Bayon Phnom Penh

... in the market and makes my oatmeal last longer) and coffee from my Vietnamese coffee filter mixed with canned milk. I usually listen to the BBC on my radio for a while as I eat and organize my books for the day's classes. <br> <br><br> I'm out the door by 7 am but it's only less than a minute by bike to my school and class doesn't start until 7:10 or whenever my co-teacher shows up. After observing Sokum for two to four hours I ride over to the market and ...

... cells- with the same bed and torture equipment- will get some photos up shortly. Bit like Aushwitz (spelling?) I suppose. We then went to see the killing fields and the mass graves- such a joyful day! Some ppl then went to the palace but we decided to go for a walk with two of the other girls Nicola and Kirsty (Scottish) and walk back to the hotel- not one of the best ideas in the heat and it took us ages!! But with our amazing map skills we found it ...

... the trunk. Bones and teeth lie in wait at the base of the tree. Scattered shreds of cloth were everywhere in the field, remains of what was unearthed when several mass graves were exhumed. Near this tree was another, next to one of the largest mass graves. This was apparently where a loudspeaker was hung to help drown out the moans of the victims. As we sat on a bench to gravely ponder the site, I kicked up some earth with ...

... amp; past paddy fields &amp; had kids running up to the road to say hello as we went past. Nath lost control and went down an embankment, stopping before hitting the water of a paddy field.<br> <br><br>The best part was getting home &amp; having a shower &amp; scraping the mud off us from head to toe. Nath had a whole new look!!! Where the ...

... does not have any oil and since the only minerals within its borders were the metal landmines left after the US led vietnam war and ensueing cival war in which the Khmer Rouge came to power by ousting the yanks, nobody came to help. Nobody cared. Today I felt sick at what our species is capable of and can only hope that someday soon we are gonna cop the **** on. Definately think im due a happy pizza tonight!!! Peace and good times to all. Noel and Claire

... a physical at a very intimidating, stark government building where I joined the queue with dozens of Khmer factory workers to visit a series of small rooms to get weighed and measured and jabbed - though I noticed money changing hands that allowed me to skip several of the rooms!<br><br>- I finally moved out of the guesthouse and into a really great apartment in a fancy pants neighbourhood (I am surrounded by embassies and mansions). I have a ...

... around women sleeping on the streets with their children next to them.<br><br>We went to the Royal Palace and then out to one of the killing fields. Its very hard to describe your realisation that this site was only one of over 300 places around the country where Cambodian people were killed between 1975 and 1979. Over 25% of the population were killed or died from starvation or disease, and the guide painted a graphic ...

... and small family run restaurants. We had a wonderful dinner at one of them, where once again we were surrounded by kids, this time selling books, who we teased for a while before buying some reading material, as we had just finished our latest books! During this process, we were presented with a very young baby, prob 10 months old, the daughter of a lady who ran the restuarant down the street apparently. The owner of our restuarant was ...

... But we have been heading to Cambodia for sooooo long, and looking forward to seeing one particular area...the magnificent ANGKOR WAT, so without further udo.. we headed to Siem Reap after another enjoyable night in Phnom Penh, only to postpone what has been long awaited for another few days.<br><br>From here I have been stressing out trying to find a guide to take us on a 3-4-5 days moto trip on the worst roads in the ...

... and sometimes we stopped in the middle of a parched flat landscape of dried paddy fields, and people would appear from bushes to board the train. In one village some men hooked up a (home-made ?) trailer piled with sawn timbers, before proceeding to move these onto the top of the train carriage in front of us (while it was moving) by way of the passenger carriage. The cut logs were each about eight yards long.<br><br>The sun heated up the carriage and by lunchtime we were baking in ...