Showing posts with label Phnom Pen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Phnom Pen. Show all posts

Thursday, July 26, 2007

The Killing Fields of Choueng Ek

Phnom Pen, Cambodia
In fact whilst I'm on this less than humorous vibe, it's probably a good time to post some pictures of one of the most shocking things I have ever witnessed - The Killing Fields of Choueng Ek.

In fact if you're of an easily shocked disposition and suffer from weak thumbs at the sight of anything unpalatable...like I do...then I would be wary about scrolling down too far.

Choueng Ek was where the Khmer Rouge took political prisoners, dissidents or in fact any one deemed to be an intellectual or unwanted, even if it was simply that they wore spectacles...in fact pretty much anyone who caught their evil eye. And there they killed them. Thousands upon thousands were executed in an area the size of a large paddock. Blindfolded, they would be made to kneel by a big pit and then a member of the Khmer Rouge, quite often teenagers, would stove their heads in with a shovel or axe handle. That way they saved on bullets.


Walking around the area is a chilling experience knowing what took place there. This is made even more harrowing by the hundreds of pieces of cloth and clothing that poke out of the ground everywhere you walk - the last pieces of clothing the victims of the Khmer Rouge were wearing before they were slaughtered.

I also visited S21 Toul Sleng, a former school that became a security prison, interrogation and torture centre and ultimately death camp for thousands of Khmer Rouge victims. It's now a museum with mug shots displaying the frightened faces of the thousands that entered S21 alive but certainly didn't leave that way. Some of the torture equipment is still there with black & white photos of what carnage and pain it can cause. I didn't manage even a third of the museum without having to leave.

The depths of human cruelty and the ability to do harm in the most brutal and savage way is really an horrendous and mind boggling thing. And it continues in the world today.


The Killing Fields of Choueng Ek, the green grass and blue skies belying the attrocities that took place here. The temple in the centre is a mausoleum containing the remnants of thousands of unamed victims of the Khmer Rouge. The depressions in the ground are excavated mass graves.


Thursday, July 19, 2007

Foot down

Laos - Cambodia
It suddenly dawned on me that the sands of time were slipping away with only five weeks left to get down to Cambodia and travel up through Vietnam. I needed to get a wriggle on! So I put my head down and hot-footed it for Cambodia, bowling along, or more accurately bouncing vigorously along, through southern Laos. Here's a whistle-stop picto-tour and some of the conversations I had with my trusty if slightly grumpy companion Dusty Sandals.




Right, chop chop, get on the bus.
But it's got a massive crack in the windscreen.
Never mind, never mind!
[Chug chug, splutter, bouncy, bouncy.]
Is that a box of chickens?
Yeah.
And a basket of ducks?
Yeah.
And a pig in a poke?
Yeah.
Wow.





Oh look, a Che Guevara t-shirt. Nice to see some things don't change the world over.
Don't just stand there and stare...come on!
Hey, Dusty, did you see the Che Guevara mud flaps on that lorry we past?
Nah.



Ooh look, the crumbling, fading grandeur of French colonial architecture. Smashing.
Are you just gonna gawp and take pictures? For the love of Christmas, hurry up.
Keep yer hair on!





Wow, look a catholic church.
[Hech hem]
Yeah yeah, coming.




Shall we go to Don Khong in the 4000 Islands on the Mekong?
Why not? Just a couple of nights though.
Hey. Don Khong sounds a bit like Don King doesn't it.
Idiot.
Ooohhh, someone's had a sense of humour failure, haven't they Dusty?





Cool. They're big rapids aren't they?
Yeah.
Do you think you could canoe down them, like if you were really good at canoeing?
How the hell should I know?



Hey, the Cambodian border immigration office looks a bit like a garden shed doesn't it?
Yeah.




Hey, fancy an orange froggy snack, Dusty?
Not really.
Nah. Me neither.





How about some locusts?
I feel a bit queasy.




Spiders??!!
Bloody hell, I think I'm going to be sick.

Phew made it to Phnom Pen. That was quite a few days of hard travel, huh?
Yeah.
Fancy a glass of beer?
Sure, I think we deserve one.


Hey Dusty, what do you think that's all about?
Dunno.
Bit weird and slightly scary ennit?
Yeah.
Want to go in?
Not really.
Nah, me neither.