Cambodia was an eye-opener. The harsh reality of begging and touting in the streets are the irks of tourists and one cannot deny that the tourists were at one level an indirect cause of it all. The stark reality was laid in front of our eyes in the most explicit sense when a kid of 11 or 12 came up to us farangs seated at a road side eatery with a condom in his mouth. It didn't take a genius to figure out his point of sales. That aside, we met people with hearts of gold who labored for the day.
Look what i found. They have balut here too. Very filling.
Pong tea khon as they call it in Phnom Penh.
Norodom Sihamoni
Pate Bread and ice milk coffee.
Toul Sleng. Old secondary school turned prison turned museum. Torture classrooms and prisoner cells all rolled into one. You really wouldnt wanna go there. Mugshots of prisoners, paintings of torture methods. exhibits of torture instruments. Pol Pot regime it is, the man an equivalent of Hitler.
Spooky photo. Beats me where the reflection comes from. this is a wooden cell. 3 is the cell number and we're looking through the little window of the cell door.
Self-explanatory.
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