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

Within an hour, a blue Chevrolet Camaro pulled into Valentines driveway and a man came into the living room. Steve sat on a large sofa with his secretary, Sue, and the email prints placed face down in front of him. 


 “Take a seat, Tug,” instructed Valentine. 


 Sue went and made Tug coffee when he sat down. 


 Confused as to why Valentine wanted to see him, Tug asked, “What’s the matter Steve, why could we have not just spoken over the telephone?” 


 Steve grinned and replied. “What’s wrong Tug, you’re now retired so what’s the problem with coming here to visit an old friend,” 


 Tug shrugged. “Everything’s fine Steve, but I always get nervous coming here after what happened.” 


 He glanced at the papers on the coffee table as Steve leant forward, smiled, and said, “I wanted to justify paying you all that money over the years.” 


 Sue placed a mug of coffee in front of Tug, refilled Steve’s mug, and sat next to him. 


- The Mythical Golden Opium Poppy -