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Cambodia – Final thoughts

Thursday, July 6th, 2006

And so it came to pass that I should leave Cambodia, after a whirlwind month in every corner of the country. It actually doesn’t feel like I’ve spent a month here, despite it being much, much smaller than some of my old haunts like India and China.

So – what to say about a country that has been through what can only be described as hell on earth, and still somehow managed to come out the other side with dignity and smiles? I can’t think of anything that won’t sound patronising, so I’ll simply state my admiration for the lovely, lovely Khmer people. They are delighted to welcome visitors to the country, and proud to show it off – and rightly so; it’s a country rich with treasures.

I’ve had several lows and many highs during my month here. My stupid self-inflicted injury actually scuppered a few plans, and shook my confidence about getting on a bike again for a while. I realise now that this meant I didn’t get the best out of places like Battambang – apparently, the best way to see it is to get out on a motorbike into the countryside. Still, I did what I had to do at the time to keep sane with a gammy leg, miles from the nearest decent medical care. So, no regrets on that front.

Another low – but only because it could never be classed as a high – was visiting the old Khmer Rouge Killing Fields and S-21 Prison in Phnom Penh. The images haunt me to this day, so I can only start to imagine what hellish nightmares the people who survived, and who lost loved ones, are living with even now. It’s made me so very determined to do my bit, to add my name to the list of those who will not sit in silence while such brutality remains in the world. After visiting the Landmine museum in Siem Reap, my determination was further strengthened. Despite the majority of countries signing a declaration to stop the use and production of landmines, several big hitters (to name and shame – the USA, China, Russia – I’m looking at you) still produce these vile, cowardly weapons to this day. Again, I’d urge you to please click the like on the right for the Aki Ra Landmine Museum, read a bit more background, see if there’s anything you can do.

But to dwell on the lows would be to do a major disservice to this fabulous country. In Angkor Wat, they have a stunning, truly mind blowing temple, which deservedly draws people from all over the globe. I’d add it to any list of things you absolutely must see before you shuffle off this mortal coil. And not just Angkor, but other temples nearby – Bayon, Ta Phrom – all beautiful and wonderfully unique. Phnom Penh is a great city to visit, as well. Mainly because it still feels very much a ‘real’ city, where people live and work and play and shop and eat. It’s not geared up for tourists much, but mainly for the inhabitants – which, of course, is exactly as it should be. Other highlights include fun at the seaside, the gorgeous old riverside town of Kampot – including Bokor Hill Station which I would make a mandatory second stop for everyone after Angkor – my trek on the elephant in the faux-Welsh countryside of Mondulkiri, and, my personal highlight, finding true nirvana in a bungalow in Kep.

Cambodia is so very underdeveloped compared to many other places, even in Asia – I think, infrastructrue wise, it’s closest to India (and possibly my continuing love affair with that country explains why I fell for Cambodia so) – but it surely can’t be long before the developers go to town. And it really has a choice – to give into the corruption that is sadly starting to show in the upper echelons of the government and throughout public figures; to become some kind of Costa Del Cambodia; or, to do the people and the places true justice, and to become an ancient yet modern and forward-thinking country that it has the potential to. And God, I hope it’s the last.

Phnom Penh – Legends

Wednesday, July 5th, 2006

Going along for my cheap, quiet dinner at the Lazy Gecko, I was thinking about night life here in PP.  I’ve had some great nights at Moskito bar courtesy of Eddie and the now-legendary Long Vodkas, but I haven’t seen any of the other in/famous spots that are known throughout Asia.  In particular, I was intrigued by the Heart of Darkness bar.  It promised working girls, drunk locals, and a little bit of edge that sounded great.  Still, it wasn’t the kind of place I’d go to alone, so, chances were, I wouldn’t get a chance to go. 

What are the odds, then, of when I sat down, a couple of Canadian guys at the next table leaned over, asked me if I’d been to “the Heart” (as locals call it); it turns out they hadn’t either, and were contemplating going that night – they very kindly invited me along.  We chatted some more over dinner and drinks, and soon they had me spitting my drink over the table with laughter.  They’re a couple of brothers, Jamie (snr) and Jason (you guessed it… jr), and have that kind of sense of humour that bounces off each other.  Brilliant guys.

We got a tuk tuk along to the HoD, and were immediately impressed when we were frisked on the way in.  That tells you something about the place, eh?  At 10pm, we were waaay, waaay too early but, undeterred, plonked down at the bar anyway and settled in to a few of the incredibly strong drinks that they serve there.  The boys also very kindly introduced me to shots of Jagermeister, after which the night became something of a blur.  From chatting with them, and from reconstructions from the photo, I can report the following:

– I spoke a lot of French to a guy from DR Congo, who was either called Tony or Mohammed or possibly both

– I got a marriage proposal from aforementioned Tony/Mohammed.  I think I said I would think about it.

– Jason added a shot of JD to his already paint-strippingly strong rum and coke.  Afterwards he described it as basically coke-coloured rum and whiskey.

– Before 11pm, a girl was carried out by the bouncers, out cold.

– I got two come-ons by hookers. 

– Jamie had his hat stolen more times than he remembers by a hooker.  A sitting duck, wearing a hat to a place like that.

– We danced a lot.

– We jumped around a lot, and had our own mini mosh pit.

– We took photos in kung-fu poses.

– Apparently, judging by photos, I had a wad of dollar bills in my hand for a lot of the night, like I was at a strip club.

– We had lots of fun, until Jamie got threatened.  I think the exact words were (to Jason), “tell your brother to be careful”.

– This stopped the fun for a while and we scarpered, getting in a tuk tuk that got blocked by a car, movie-style, until we nigh on offered the guy money to ram the car.  He backed up onto the pavement so we could make a getaway.

– No-one is still sure what happened.

– We got away ok, and made it to the haven of the Moskito bar, where we settled in until the early hours, including Jason and Jamie ordering kebabs from the restaurant across the street, which the sweet guy brought across on a tray for them.

And yes, the next day was pretty much a write-off.  For me, anyway – Jamie and Jason went go-karting; kudos to them for not killing themselves driving with the hangover shakes.

It was a very fun night indeed, and I can now proudly say that I have experienced (and survived) the true Heart of Darkness.

Mondulkiri – The worst road in the world

Wednesday, July 5th, 2006
On the morning I was due to leave Mondulkiri to head back to Phnom Penh, it looked as if there was a problem - quite apart from the rain that was turning everything to mud.  The guesthouse had booked me ... [Continue reading this entry]

Sen Monorom – Football’s coming home

Tuesday, July 4th, 2006
When I realised I would be in Cambodia during the world cup, I have to admit that my heart sank a little bit.  I didn't realise, before I came here, how bonkers most people are about football in South East ... [Continue reading this entry]

Mondulkiri – Today’s the day the elephant has her picnic

Monday, July 3rd, 2006
I had my first ride in a pick-up on the way to Mondulkiri.  These are big 4x4 monster trucks (well, the ones that ply this route are anyway - any other vehicle just can't cope with the shockingly bad roads), ... [Continue reading this entry]

Kratie – Flipper

Monday, July 3rd, 2006
I had the idea to head up to Mondulkiri, in the North East of Cambodia.  However, no buses go up that way, which tells you two things - firstly, not enough people go up there to justify a bus, and ... [Continue reading this entry]

Phnom Penh – Girly day

Monday, July 3rd, 2006
Back in Phnom Penh for the second time, it was a relief to say that they were doing something to the road by the lake.  What exactly is unclear - from what I could see, it involved placing medium-sized rocks ... [Continue reading this entry]

Kep – Trade-off

Tuesday, June 27th, 2006
OK, so where was I?  Ah yes I remember - to quote myself (and frankly, who better to quote?): "In a few minutes I’m going to set off for Kep, about 12 miles further east along the coast, and then I’m ... [Continue reading this entry]

Kampot – City of Ghosts

Sunday, June 25th, 2006
The next morning meant time for Matt and I to say goodbye - I was carrying on east along the coast, and he was heading back to Phnom Penh to catch a flight. So it was farewell to my ... [Continue reading this entry]

Sihanoukville – I left my soul there, down by the sea

Saturday, June 24th, 2006
As the bus wound its way to the south coast and the promised land of white beaches, Matt and I exchanged nervous looks as the rain continued stoically. Trying to bolster our mood, I got manic at the first ... [Continue reading this entry]