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So I made it to Cambodia in one piece, I arrived in the afternoon so just chilled the rest of the day. I met some guys so I just drank with them, and played a few games on beer pong. The next day was another depressing day, we started off doing a museum called S-21 which was a high school that got converted to a prison during the Khmer Rouge reign …
... States held the anti-Communist / anti-Vietnamese line and continued to support Pol Pot after the Vietnamese had driven Pol Pot into the jungle to the Thai border.
The first site we visited was the Tuol Svay Prey High School, which was converted into “Security Prison 21” a center for detention, interrogation and torture. The school is now a genocide museum. The classrooms were divided into cells where prisoners to be tortured were chained to iron beds (no ...
... br> Anyone reading my previous
tales of misadventure will know that my journey to Asia was made
overland on a motorcycle with a friend. Once arrived in Thailand my
girlfriend caught me up and I planned to get engaged.
The tale of what happened
between getting engaged in Thailand and living with a completely
different girl in Cambodia is one also fraught with minor adventure,
corruption and various layers upon layers of stupidity that finally
become too much ...
... quicker with or without the medication.
Saiem came home early from
work and brought a takeaway. She had been going on about a food stand
on Street 51 for some time, they sold various chicken entrails cooked
in local herbs and spices which I was assured was far more delicious
than it sounds. She wanted to go back out to the hospital to check on
her cousin as he had no visitors later on, now that the family had
gone home to the province. Instead of ...
Another morning with the
will to live slowly slipping away to wherever my dignity and
self-respect were hiding. I made it to work in a blur, my tired brain
basically doing its own thing so the days were a numb tapestry of
My bike made light work of
the traffic. The extra power of a full sized bike meant I could cut
through the mess of incompetent Daelims wobbling all over the road
like wheels bolted to rubber frames being driven by ...