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

The open-top Jeep Wrangler motored down Highway 3 with Ravuth driving. With the noise of the wind whistling past them, they spoke little, giving Ravuth time to rethink his plan after Oun’s news. 


 They stopped at a small outdoor restaurant before crossing the last bridge, giving the girls a chance to straighten up their wind-swept locks and stock up with dumplings and other snacks for later. Ravuth then told them, “I hope to find the village sometime this afternoon. If any of the villagers had returned, there would be a communal hut where we might need to spend the night.” He grinned and added, “Maybe I will recognise somebody in the village.” 


 Ravuth sighed and continued, “If no one was there and it’s the same as I remember, there were several homes undamaged, including mine, so we can rest there.” He looked at Cake. “Sorry mate, but it won’t be comfortable.” 


- Search and Discovery-