My Most Awesome Day... Until My Memory Card Died
I had gotten into Phnom Phen by the evening of the 26th, with a stopover in Taiwan and another stop (and airline and airport switch) in Kuala Lumpur. I checked myself into a hostel on the shore of Beong Kak, which the book described as a backpacker central with sunsets that should not be missed. It was right on both accounts -- the sunset was absolutely gorgeous, but the area was pretty much a white ghetto of make-shift hostels and cafes.
I got up at 4AM on the 27th and headed to downtown Phnom Phen. I stopped for a delicious bowl of noodle soup at one of the many roadside foodstops -- it came with Cambodian donuts and tea and only cost, like, $2. My next stop was the central market, where I blew a lot of money (and by a lot of money I mean, like, $30) on crazy bags and Engrish shirts that I can't quite fit into (Cambodia clothes come in one-size-fits-all-Cambodians, aka size small).
I ended up with a big bag of stuff, wondering how I was going to fit all of it into my backpack. Definitely worth it though -- this was the best market I went to on the trip.I walked around town until about noon, a good 6 hours of sight seeing, including the beautiful Royal Palace, a nice walk along the river, a visit to the Independance Monument, the Vietnam Friendship Monument and lots of other interesting unnamed structures. I had more than enough time to do tomorrow's sightseeing as well, so I jumped into Tuk Tuk and headed to the killing fields, and a shooting range nearby where you can shoot an AK-47 for $30 or a rocket launcher for $200.
I got back to the hostel in time for the gorgeous sunset reflecting its pinks and reds over the lake just off the hostel's back deck, sillouettes of Cambodian children in long canoes floating across the shallow waters.
Soo... why aren't there any pictures of my most awesome day? I was watching that amazing sunset back at the hostel, when all of a sudden my screen reads "memory card error".
Memory card error!?!!
Yah. My memory card just up and died for no reason. Like, it decided it was so full of awesome pictures it just had no where to go but down and decided to commit suicide. Blargh.
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Update!!! Staples fixed my memory card!!!!! Now you can actually see what my most awesomest day looked like. Oh, and reviews of the Royal palace and Killing Feilds are below, after all the pictures.
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For the most part, architecture looks more like the white and gold spired temples of Thailand than the stone complexes of Angkor, but with distinctly Cambodian touches, including the faces looking out from spires and a French-style building donated from Napoleon III. I loved the intricacy of the structures, from decadently carved doors to well-placed water lilies.
The complex was really pretty and definitely one of the highlights of Phnom Phen. Don't go in a miniskirt or tank top, though. Some dress code rules apply. If I remember correctly, admission is about $6.

Today, the sun shines warmly over the open ditches that line the path made for tourists at Choeung Ek. Signs mark the graves -- a hundred women and children found here, 50 bodies there with no heads. At the entrance stands a giant stupa filled with human skulls of unidentified victims. To understand what happened here is devastating, to see it a bit surreal.
Now I'll voice an unpopular opinion about the Killing fields -- I don't think it's a must-see at all. I'm not the kind of person who needs to be see where something occurred or monuments to an event, to understand the wieght of those occurances. Just to give an example, I remember when I was 17, visiting the Vietnam Memorial with a students' program, where everyone cried, except me. But that's because the year before, I was cuddling up with my history book and delving into the Vietnam war, being very touched by photos of the burning monk and dying soldiers, while my classmates skimmed the chapter and breezed through the quiz like it was another chore. Similarly, I've been aware of what happened in Cambodia in the 70's for a while, and was very moved by the first full documentary I watched that really delved into the subject in detail. To me, the killing fields didn't offer any more information than documentaries or books on the subject. While the tower of skulls and rows of ditches may be jarring to some, in my opinion it would be more satisfying to donate directly to Cambodian charities.
I'm not saying don't go. Just that you don't need to if you don't have time, and that it will be more of a powerful exprience for some more than others. But in any case, read up on what happened and think about why it happened.
Other minor but controversial notes: 1. Choeung Ek is currently run by a private Japanese corporation. Personally, I'm fine with this as long as they're doing a very good job preserving the place at a pretty low cost ($2 admission), but some people take offense that the site of such a national tragedy is being run by a for-profit organization. 2. The path leading around the back of Cheong Ek doesn't lead anywhere, and seems to be there to trap tourists with cute kids that follow you and beg for money. It's up to each individual on how to feel about this.
I would definitely recommend going to the Genocide Museum/ S21 prison while in Phnom Phen, however. It's more informative -- you can see a photo exhibit, read quotes from survivors and guards, and watch a documentary as well as visiting the prison. Described in more detail in my next blog entry.
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