I've enjoyed spending another day at the Green Lake Guesthouse in Phomn Penh. It's been the most productive day so far. We left this morning on the back of motorbikes through the ridiculous permanent rush-hour that is the centre of Phnom Penh. Darting in and out of tuk-tuks, bicycles, motorbikes carrying extended families (and one with a dozen live chickens somehow attached to its exhaust), we took a 30 minute ride out of the city - and held on bloody tight.
Our first stop was the killing fields - a place where thousands of innocent Cambodian men, women and children, were brought to be shot or beaten to death. The bones of mutilated bodies are still being unearthed, and the mass graves act as a morbid reminder to Cambodians of the genocide that occured here only 30 years ago.
From there, a much more light-hearted stroll around the Russian market, where in true 'Brits abroad' style we picked up some DVDs. And they were cheap as chips. After that, a traditional Amok lunch at a restaurant before spending 3 hours at the genocide museum. This prison and place of torture and interrogation (called S21) was where thousands of Khmer people were held, and either sent to the killing fields or tortured to death. The personal stories told, including a video which lasted an hour, were incredibly sad, focussing on just a few of the thousands of people murdered.
So not exactly a 'fun' day, but a really interesting and eye-opening one. Unfortunately we've lost contact with Fi, who seems to be floating around somewhere in Camodia. Tomorrow we'll head north by boat or bus to Siemreap, from where we'll be able to visit what everyone coming to the country really wants to see - Angkor Wat.
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