wonderful opportunity to travel the world. I wish...
All was going relatively well until I got tonsillitis on the 13 hour bus journey
between Laos and Cambodia. Simultaneously shivering and sweating on shit
-coloured leather seats with a trigger-happy-with-the-horn driver meant that
life was not turned onto Comedy Central that day.
Upon arriving in Phnom Penh, the boy's first port of call was to find a non-
Upon arriving in Phnom Penh, the boy's first port of call was to find a non-
dodgy chemist, in a city where behind every counter lies a Dr Evil maniacally
cracking his fingers. Entering a pharmacy in Cambodia is a little like the
Skittles Midas Touch advert* where everything one touches explodes into
thousands of colourful sweets - except here it's obviously pills. The good
news was that you didn't need a prescription for anything, just simply a
response to:
"What you want? Where you from? I get you anything you want!"
Luckily Alex's fine memory from his New Year's sickbed experience meant that
"What you want? Where you from? I get you anything you want!"
Luckily Alex's fine memory from his New Year's sickbed experience meant that
he could reel off all the antibiotics he took, including some very nasty mouth-
spray which was like inhaling bug repellent. Alex actually calls this stuff
'Pooberry Juice' and has concocted a theme-tune for it to the rhythm to The
Who's 'Who Are You' - just play it out in your head. And don't let it stick.
Alex has just asked me why I blame him anytime I write something stupid on
Alex has just asked me why I blame him anytime I write something stupid on
this blog. He's right, it's a joint effort. (It was really him).
One night spent at 11 Happy Backpackers Hostel was enough for us to swerve
One night spent at 11 Happy Backpackers Hostel was enough for us to swerve
off the budget trail and check us in to an actual hotel with hot water. The music
played until 3am and was loud enough for me to suddenly sit up in the middle
of the night and name the song - an astonishing feat for a deaf person who has
old fashioned taste in music. The ceiling was pretty low and so the ceiling fan
hovered precariously above Alex's head. This meant that inevitably, when putting
a tshirt on, he experienced an almost finger dismemberment that any fan (ha!) of
the film 300 would have been proud of. The sheets were dirty, the water cold and
the drains in the bathroom smelt pretty miserable. It was only a fiver, but if we
had stayed another night, you would have seen a reproduction of the prom scene
in 'Carrie' with me starring in it.
Being sick enables a little bit of extra leeway - a little bit of getting away with things
Being sick enables a little bit of extra leeway - a little bit of getting away with things
I wouldn't ordinarily be allowed to do. For when I asked Alex whilst he was shaving
to show me what he would look like if he had a goatee, he indulged.
Photo removed here by owner's request.
Additionally, I also discovered that the one thing that his father would say to him as
Photo removed here by owner's request.
Additionally, I also discovered that the one thing that his father would say to him as
a child that really riled him up was "Stop showing off". This would result in a freeze
and a quiet fury radiating from every pore of his eight year old body which was a
very cute image and useful ammunition.
Six days later and I was sufficiently recovered to actually go out and see Phnom
Penh and to visit two of the sights I had really been looking forward to - Tuol Sleng
Genocide Museum and the Killing Fields. Because it is simply not possible to
describe our experiences here in an entertaining way, you will have to accept my
apologies because the funny part of this blog is over.
In spite of having a history degree, I shamefully know very little about the Khmer
In spite of having a history degree, I shamefully know very little about the Khmer
Rouge period which meant that whilst I knew this was somewhere I had to visit, I
didn't really appreciate why. Though I knew that if HCMC's Revolutionary Museum
was anything to go by, this would be brutal.
The Khmer Rouge was Cambodia's Communist Party led by Pol Pot which ruled
The Khmer Rouge was Cambodia's Communist Party led by Pol Pot which ruled
between 1975-1979. During this period, two million people - a third of Cambodia's
population was killed by their own. Genocide - "a systematic destruction of a
significant racial, ethnic, religious or national group" took place here. Tuol Sleng
was a prison during the Khmer Rouge period which housed at least 1,500 people
at any given time over the four years. Whom through torture were forced to
confess to international espionage links with the CIA, KGB or Vietnam.
Tuol Sleng's premises is a high school. Playgrounds, classrooms, lockers - the
Tuol Sleng's premises is a high school. Playgrounds, classrooms, lockers - the
things we all take for granted were there among the barbed wire fence, torture
instruments and rows and rows of photographs of prisoners. A clash of good and
evil, of right and wrong. Many of the classrooms are subdivided into crude cells for
the prisoners. Blood stains remain on the floor, gruesome pictures of torture taking
place stand unapologetically on walls. Outside stands a climbing frame with three
pots sitting underneath. Prisoners were hung upside down here whilst being
questioned, until they passed out from exhaustion at which point they would be
dunked into human faeces. The most difficult of prisoners were skinned alive.
Did you know when arresting people, they took whole families to reduce the
Did you know when arresting people, they took whole families to reduce the
risk of bad blood or revenge later in life?
I'm going to crib a line by WW2 poet, Charles Sorley. "When you see the
I'm going to crib a line by WW2 poet, Charles Sorley. "When you see the
millions of mouthless dead"
Choeung Ek - the Killing Fields is a little further outside of town. We took a
Choeung Ek - the Killing Fields is a little further outside of town. We took a
tuk-tuk in the early hours before the hoards of tourists arrived. Audio guides
are presented to us, which I declined of course, but there was more than
enough of a visual.
There is a 'Killing Tree' and a 'Magic Tree'. The Killing Tree is where soldiers
There is a 'Killing Tree' and a 'Magic Tree'. The Killing Tree is where soldiers
would grip the ankles of babies and bash their brains in against the trunk. The
Magic Tree held a loudspeaker which played music to drown out the screams
stem of the leaves were used to cut people's throats. Wooden shelters house
the mass graves and thousands of bracelets are left on the fences as a
blessing or a token to the dead. Only 79 of the 112 gravesites here have
been excavated - they have chosen for the rest to be left alone.
Possibly one of the most disturbing things I have ever seen is observed when
Possibly one of the most disturbing things I have ever seen is observed when
we walk around, there are rags in the hard soil of the paths we are walking on -
clothes of the dead that are slowly rising to the surface after the rainy season.
We are advised not to pick up the rags or the bones that are also emerging -
the volunteer custodians that look after this place will do it after we have left.
It seems inane that a full excavation has not taken place - that people would not
want their family or friends identified and their remains put to rest. But the
unspeakable horror that took place here is visible - it smacks of impact. The final
part of our visit was the Cheoung Ek memorial; a buddhist stupa with glass sides
displaying over 5,000 skulls that have been found here. Red, yellow, blue, green
stickers are affixed to the skulls to illuminate the cause of their death - whether by
bullet, bayonet, club, hoe, tree or palm. Whatever they could put their hands on.
Most people didn't know where they were coming to - when they were blindfolded
Most people didn't know where they were coming to - when they were blindfolded
and transported at night to the Killing Fields. They were told they were going to
somewhere else to work - most did not come from prisons but from the fields -
picked out for wearing glasses (for these showed foreign influence), for looking
like an ethnic minority - this all rings akin to the holocaust. And the court cases
are still taking place to this day. The killers have still not been brought to justice.
I could have skipped all of this and lightly recounted the highlights of our visit to
I could have skipped all of this and lightly recounted the highlights of our visit to
Phnom Penh. But this was it - the highlight. Phnom Penh itself was a little bleurgh
and very smelly. After staying in five hostels in five nights in five different areas of
the city, we felt we had seen it all. Sometimes it is not the best of times that stay with
us, but the worst. And I will forever remember, with haunting precision, those rags
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