This morning around 3.30am my phone started ringing off the hook. In a dazed state I turned it off thinking it might have have been someone from overseas getting the time difference wrong. Unfortunately, the truth was far worse. On waking up, I discovered some 20 missed calls and several text messages between 3 and 5 am
My very good friend Stuart Pinker has passed away early this morning.
A kiwi,Stuart was a good mate and a very smart guy who constantly challenged the way we all thought about things and looked at the world. Ever the optimist, he was about to start out on a new business venture which I believe would have been very successful with Stu at the helm. A motorbike enthusiast, he had recently completed a Harley tour around the Tonle Sap lake and was always to be seen ripping around town on his retro motorbike and for a while there we both owned Airblade scooters and would talk about pimping them out.
Stuart is survived by a son in Pretoria, South Africa and family in New Zealand.
He will be sorely missed by his closest mates here and Phnom Penh’s expat circle will be less interesting without him.
Haere ki to kainga