After over thirty-years of searching, Ravuth at last feels hopeful. 
Recalling the last time he saw his parents and mischievous younger brother at his village, when the Khmer Rouge herded them off like animals, along with the rest of the villagers, he can only imagine what they have been through. 

This thrilling, unpredictable, yet sometimes hilarious quest, takes you from the fashionable London restaurant scene to the wild, untamed jungles of the Cardamom Mountains, where an English baker helps a Cambodian refugee searching for his missing family and an elusive plant, the source of an exquisite spice.

The Spice

Back at his favourite sunspot, Grouchy, with his rear inside the cave keeping his arse cool, basked in the morning sun watching the world go by and undecided about what to do next, whether to hunt, or find any females knocking about to shag. After pondering this monumental decision for a while, he stayed there and licked his bollocks. This daily routine, although mundane and repetitive, he’d done since the intrusion into his domain several months ago by humans. Grouchy was old and wanted no disruption or excitement in his life. 


Epilogue