City Villa Hotel Phnom Penh

... explosions, but the day was too much already neither of us could face it. we headed then for the palace but got turned away because i wasn't appropriately dressed. i covered my shoulders with a pashmina but apparently that wasn't allowed for some unknown reason! fuk that anyways, i'll keep me 12 dollar ta very much!! we headed home for an early dinner and did some reading before hittin the hay!<br><br>next stop siem reap!

... for the neighbors and my current family does not actually eat together anyways but takes shifts in front of the TV and the table in the kitchen. I'm sure that my routine will change within the next few weeks as I start to teach alone at the RTTC and cement my timetable but that's also part of my routine here, never getting too settled and keeping a good sense of humor when life takes an unexpected turn...like finding scorpions on my bedroom floor. <br> <br>

... six, 150, 450; these were the bodies of headless soldiers, these were women, children, babies... Today, these holes are filled only with dirty, rancid pools of still water, cordoned off by bamboo fences so no one can step into these mass graves. <br><br>I overhear a guide saying the holes are now filled in more than they were then because of decades of exposure to the elements. They were once 6 meters deep. Full. It almost doesn't register. Almost. Then she ...

... a passport sized photo. Similar to the Cambodian border crossing - money always seems to sort these technicalities out without much hassle. Or photos. <br><br> We left a day earlier than planned as there wasn&#8217;t a huge amount there to do and the incessant rain became enough to drive anyone out of the city. The rain did however result in one of the best moments of Cambodia for me. On the first occasion we set out to visit the royal palace we got stuck in a ...

... hele tocht (met een oversteek over de mekong met tuk-tuk en al. Aan het eind van de middag waren we terug en toch wel erg moe van alles. Ik heb m''n vader gebeld want die was jarig! <br><br>M''n plan was eigenlijk om vanaf hier naar een eiland in de buurt te gaan waar je bij mensen thuis kan slapen en kan leren weven *het is een gebied wat bekend staat om z''n weefcultuur*. Maar ik voelde me nog steeds niet zo energiek, ben denk ik een beetje moe van het reizen en ...

... Penh became the capital. Its many gold covered buildings &amp; Pagodas make it look like the palaces in Bangkok. <br><br> Behind our hotel was the daily market selling everything to eat &amp; many things you wouldn't want to eat. The crunchy frog satays looked particularly avoidable.The hygene standards left a lot to be desired, especially on the meat stalls. <br> <br>Cambodia is the most land-mined country in the world, which is ...

... tuk tuk drivers fighting for our business. Turned out we were all going to the same place, an area called the Lakeside. Useful. Joining forces they managed to barter a driver down to US$2, and all 5 of us squeezed into a single tuk tuk along with all of our bags. If they can do it, so can we! Being unfamiliar with the area but with the guidance of these lasses who had been here ...

... 8211; most of which have been rescued from poachers or farms where they are bred for Chinese medicine or the restaurant trade. After a lovely lunch we tried chewing some betel nut &#8211; a peppery leaf, brushed with pink lime paste, with dried betel nut &#8211; we didn't chew it for long before giving up, a bit like Big Red chewing gum, but it makes your mouth fill with saliva and turns your tongue and teeth red !<br> <br>We ...

... don't know how else to put it) like skulls and clothes. Tuol Sleng has hundreds of actual prisoner photos on display of the men, women and children tortured and killled there, and to actually look at their faces was just something else...<br><br>So that's pretty much the worst of humanity! I'm glad to be leaving on a high after spending a couple of days in Siem Reap looking at surely some of the greatest achievements of humanity.<br>

... named it Kep sur Mer, is a somnolent settlement of rotting Normandy villas and bamboo shacks beside a pacific sea that hardly ever manages to raise a wave at this time of year. We were stationed in a huge room within a modern-built guesthouse next to a dark sandy beach. Soon after we arrived, Tim turned up, looking confused and talking about cabbages; we put him straight. As the sun went down we ventured down to the shore where a collection of fishing shacks serve as the only ...