If these walls could talk, what would they say?
Trip Start Oct 31, 2012
44Trip End Dec 12, 2012
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After yesterday evening's run-in with the police, I was kind of glad to be leaving Cambodia, and didn’t want to leave my hotel room until it was time to go the airport. But first, I had already committed to having lunch with Benoit, or Ben, as he calls himself, who is French, but now calls Australia home.
One of the great things about traveling alone is that you get to meet a lot more people than if in an organized group tour. And, because they are also traveling alone and on their own, there are lots of things you already share in common, so have a lot to discuss and laugh over situations only an independent traveler would encounter. Ben was one of the many people I met. I chose the Foreign Correspondents’ Club as the place to eat, as it looks over the water, but mostly because of its history. While we ate, I explained to Ben the significance of the place to American journalists and those interested in the Vietnam War. If these walls could talk, I imagine out loud, I can’t even guess as to all that would be said. The ghosts of the past are here, but again they remain silent in my presence.
Since this is no longer a war zone, the place has had to reinvent itself. Tourists, not war correspondents, are now its main clientele. In addition to the restaurant, which is known for its oven baked pizzas, and the boutique hotel it runs, the place is now a cultural center for locals and travelers alike. Several Cuban bands will be performing over the next few weeks, there are lectures to be given on a variety of topics, and Friday night is Salsa Night.
After a nice, long, leisurely lunch, it is time to say goodbye, as I must return to the hotel to pick up my luggage, then leave for the airport for my afternoon flight to Singapore. A tuk-tuk driver takes me, and it’s a good thing I leave early, as his tuk-tuk and the traffic make the trip longer than it should be. At the airport, I wisk through Immigration without any problems, wait at the gate, only to learn that the plane will be late in arriving, due to bad weather in Singapore. The plane finally arrives, late as stated, we board, and are off for our two hour journey.
Once in Singapore, Immigration is almost non-existent. It takes less than two minutes to pass through the check point, no questions asked, passport stamped, very efficient. When you pick up your luggage, you then have to have your luggage screened, of which I am pulled over, as they want to see some objects I am carrying. I wait for the airport shuttle to take me to my hotel, it is now almost 10 pm, so I climb into bed for a good night’s sleep, as tomorrow is a new day of discovery.