Buddhist monks chant in a temple before devotees throwing rice on the ground in a ceremony to celebrate Pchum Ben, or Ancestors' Day, at Poun Phnom pagoda in Phnom Penh, Cambodia, Monday morning, Sept. 22, 2025. (AP Photo/Heng Sinith)

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Buddhist monks chant in a temple before devotees throwing rice on the ground in a ceremony to celebrate Pchum Ben, or Ancestors' Day, at Poun Phnom pagoda in Phnom Penh, Cambodia, Monday morning, Sept. 22, 2025. (AP Photo/Heng Sinith)
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Beyond Samhain: Global Traditions to Honor the Dead
Samhain, celebrated at the end of October in the Northern Hemisphere, is a sacred festival for many Pagans and witches. It marks the end of the harvest season and the beginning of the dark half of the year. It’s considered a time when the veil between the world of the living and the world of the dead is at its thinnest. Therefore, this Sabbat provides the opportunity to honor ancestors, remember…
When the gates of hell open on Pchum Ben, communities gather to feed returning ancestors with sweet and savory rice cakes.
Rotanak Ros woke to feed the ghosts before dawn. By the time the sun’s first rays began creeping over the rooftops of Phnom Penh, it would be too late—the spirits cannot stand the light. During Pchum Ben, the Khmer Festival of the Ancestors each year in September and October, the gates of hell open. With no fewer than 32 realms, the Cambodian version of hell would leave even Dante’s Virgil aghast. When the spirits of the dead slip through the porous barrier into the world of the living, they’re desperate for a reprieve. And they’re starving.
“We believe that in hell, they’re very hungry,” Ros explains. Better known to her online followers as Chef Nak, Ros is the author of Nhum—Recipes from a Cambodian Kitchen. For 15 days, spirits search for their living relatives in temples and graveyards, hoping for acts of service that prove their families have not forgotten them. As long as the living do their part, the spirits will bring blessings upon them. If their relatives fail to provide the requisite offerings, the spirits will return to their respective torments at the end of Pchum Ben—and, in their despair, pass on their misfortune. Ros says that if the spirits don’t find their relatives in the temples and graveyards, “we, the living people, will get cursed by them.”
In order to avoid the wrath of a horde of hungry ghosts, Ros and her family hurl small rice balls into the air at graveyards and temples in the morning darkness, when the spirits with the heaviest karmic burdens roam. Known as bos bai ben, the Buddhist ritual is meant to placate these ghosts, whose tiny mouths are believed to be exactly the right size for a lump of sticky rice stuffed with finely chopped sugar cane, bananas, or mung beans. “We chant and toss them in the air almost like a tennis ball or a boomerang,” Ros says. “We have to walk three rounds around the graveyard of the temple before dawn, so it requires people to really believe in it.”
While ghosts in most Western traditions abstain from bodily functions like eating, many of their Southeast Asian counterparts have no qualms about partaking in culinary offerings. Thai ghosts are partial to red Fanta, while ancestral spirits at the Hungry Ghost Festival—a celebration of Chinese origin practiced in Hong Kong, Vietnam, Singapore, Malaysia, and other countries—might enjoy oranges, congee, or rice cakes stuffed with peanuts and fried shallots.
“For me, Pchum Ben is about celebration,” Ros says. “It’s a time of gathering. It’s also for paying respects to our loved ones, keeping traditions, and using food to connect the living and the dead.”
Volunteer Benjamin in Cambodia shares a look at how his family celebrates Pchum Ben. This holiday is dedicated to paying respect to deceased relatives. As you can see, lots of food is involved!
Cambodian Buddhists pray at a sand stupa during celebrations for Pchum Ben, or Ancestors Day, at the pagoda of Wat Phneat Simply, Buddhist monastery on the western side of Phnom Penh, Cambodia, Wednesday, Sept. 18, 2024. (AP Photo/Heng Sinith)
Buddhist nuns prepare food for monks during a celebration of Pchum Ben, or Ancestors Day, at the pagoda of Wat Phneat Simply Buddhist monastery in Phnom Penh, Cambodia, Wednesday, Sept. 18, 2024. (AP Photo/Heng Sinith)
Day Seventeen, Part One: Kompong Kleang
The day began with a drive sixty kilometers out from Siem Reap to the area of Tonle Sap Lake. For a long stretch along the way, there were small booths with dozens of sticks of bamboo lined up in a row. These are tubes of krolan (pronounced KRAW-lan), a snack made by steaming sticky rice, black beans, and coconut inside the bamboo tube. People on road trips buy them and then peal away the bamboo to eat the krolan as a snack.
Before nearly every business or home was a structure (usually gold, but occasionally red or some other color) that looks a bit like the “little free libraries" you see in towns across the U.S. But, in Cambodia, these are spirit houses. They are oriented so that the open part faces the front door of the home or business, and people place small offerings inside the house. Some people will tell you that the offerings are to their ancestors. Others of a more animistic tendency will say that the offerings are to the spirits who have always lived in that place and who were disturbed when the home or business was built there.
Occasionally, too, we’d pass a store that sold these spirit houses.
After a bit over an hour, we came to Kampong Kleang, the starting point for today’s expedition. A boat of shrimpers had just come in, offering their wares to passersby. The asking price was five dollars a kilo or roughly $2.25 a pound. Of course, these were whole shrimp, neither headed nor deveined.
My boat was waiting.
One of the advantages of solo travel was that, on a boat designed for ten people, I was the only passenger. Of course, the pilot looked about sixteen, and the control mechanisms were operated solely by rope and bicycle chain. But far be it from me to file an OSHA complaint.
Initially, we passed mostly other boats
and houses built on stilts. It is still the rainy season, and much of where we were boating wouldn’t be covered by water in the dry season, but instead would be planted with black beans. Many of the local citizens farm in the dry season and fish in the rainy season.
I also happened to be here during Pchum Ben, a fifteen-day festival each autumn when people pay special respect to their ancestors and bring gifts of food to the monasteries. The monasteries thus turn into something like carnival grounds where there are rides and games for children. We decided to stop at one riverfront monastery and pay a visit.
Small shellfish were drying in the sun to be cooked later.