It is a warm, still night in Phnom Penh. Along the banks of the Bassac River a row of waterside guesthouses hug the shore like boats that have gotten fat and forgotten how to sail.
It is 3am and the variety of backpackers have left the deck and are asleep or having anonymous sex in their cabins. A stray cat angles through the night, looking for something to toy with. Read The Rest
‘The wife of King Minos of Crete gave birth to a horrible monster called the Minotaur. It was part bull, part man and was imprisoned in a maze called the Labyrinth. The maze was so cleverly made that no-one could find their way out of it.
The Minotaur ate only human flesh so King Minos had to provide living victims to be fed to the monster. Among the victims were fourteen young people that Athens had to pay in tribute to Crete yearly because the Athenians had been defeated in battle. Theseus, the son of the King of Athens, volunteered to go as one of the victims and to put an end to this cruel sacrifice by killing the monster.’