Phnom Penh was probably only second to
Vientianne when it comes to the worst capital city Iâ€™ve seen. Getting off the
bus we were literally swarmed by 100 tuktuk riders all wanting our business. It
was unbelievable. Shane & I couldnâ€™t move and couldnâ€™t even hear each other
over the shouting. Over the din we heard an aussie accent. Jason, a local
Cambodian, had taken it on himself to perfect the Aussie accent in order to
give himself a competitive edge, he even knew most local slang words. It
worked. We were soon with him on our way to a hotel.
We hired a
bike again and were soon hooning around the crazy streets of Phnom Penh. There wasnâ€™t a lot to do so took a
drive to the Phnom Penh Hilton.
This is where Pol Pot imprisoned all those who he
felt were a threat. His genocide wasnâ€™t race based. He tried to eradicate
anyone who he thought was intelligent. This included anyone wearing glasses. He
wanted to keep the nation an agricultural one, and wanted to keep the people
simple. This is the second craziest thing Iâ€™ve ever heard! The prison was quite
Skulls of the unfortunate. check out the deathly blow scars on the skulls. These people were hacked to death.
organized a trip out to the Killing Fields which I really was upset by. There
was a massive multi story structure filled with the skulls of the massacred.
These people werenâ€™t gassed. They were bludgeoned to death. You could see the
scars on their skulls. Walking around the fields you could still see bones
sticking out of the ground. It was horrific.
It was soon
back to Phnom Penh where I made my sad departure from Shane, and turned my
back on a truly exotic and exciting adventure!