Siem Reap is a strange place and not at all like we imagined. It is one of the poorest places in Cambodia and yet has the country’s premier tourist attraction, the temples of Angkor Wat, on its doorstep, attracting tens of thousands of visitors every year. It has a huge amount of high end hotels, flashy bars and clubs, restaurants galore and in parts not dissimilar to Kao San Road in Thailand albeit, a slightly more tasteful version. We were here for the same reason as every other tourist; to visit the infamous site, Angkor Wat.
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After a few exhausting but really good days in Siem Reap, we opt to take what is built up to be one of the most beautiful boat cruises in Cambodia, to the town of Battambang. It may be a very beautiful boat cruise in peak season when there is a half decent amount of water in the rivers, but out of season, it wasn’t quite the cruise we had in mind. The slow boat we opted for (quite deliberately after hearing some bad tales of the faster speed boats doing the same route), didn’t materialise as they didn’t have enough passengers, so the speed boat it was. You are probably imagining at this point the sort of speed boat you see in movies or on holiday.... not quite. It was more of a wooden dugout canoe with a diesel car engine attached to the back. You could not hear anything over the noise of the engine, the tranquil boat ride we had hoped for came to an abrupt halt complete with enough toxic diesel fumes to knock you out. After only 100 yards, the driver (a young lad of about 18) crashed into the first of what would be 3 sand banks in his attempt to get us out of the first river and into the lake. The journey was meant to take about 7 hours, suspecting that it may take considerably more if we carried on crashing & breaking down at the rate which had in the first 45 minutes. What with the noise, lack of comfort & lack of water, we opted to get off the boat while we still could & and take the bus. Much to the bemusement of the driver, he took us ashore and from out of nowhere a tuc tuc raced down the muddy bank to pick us up and take us back into town. The boat company refused to refund us the money despite not providing the boat we booked, and not being able to get a bus, undeterred we took a taxi to the town of Battambang taking a mere 2 hours and arrived in time for lunch. Far more civilised.
We had booked a great little guesthouse in the centre of Phnom Penh, dropped the bags off and headed to a restaurant run by a friend from home; Mark, who we had not seen in many years. Mark now lives there so he met us and suggested places to visit and how to best to occupy our limited time there. The food in the restaurant he had was also very good and we tucked in and had our quota of English grub to see us through another few months.
Phnom Penh is unlike other Asian cities not least due to its historical, bloody past. It is flashy, new and modern in parts and old, rambling and chaotic in other parts. In stark contrast to other places, the key sights are not just the usual beautiful old buildings... the Royal Palace, National Museum and some of the many temples and pagodas but also the historical sites where horrific, unthinkable atrocities took place under the rule of the Khmer Rouge in the 1970’s. Cambodia wants the world to know what it went through at the hands of the Khmer Rouge and wants to open it to the public and allow visitors to see what happened so it can never happen again. The 2 main sites to see are the Tuol Sleng Museum, also known as ‘S-21’, a school turned prison during the Khmer Rouge rule, and the ‘Killing Fields’, made famous by the film of the same name in the 1980’s.
There is a real conflict of interest as to whether to go to these horrific places and promote ‘war tourism’ or not however it is an instrinsical part of Cambodian history and to go and not see what went on only a few years ago while the world was blissfully unaware would be the crime.
Having really warmed to the city of Phnom Penh after the few days we spent here we left Cambodia and flew back to Kuala Lumpur again, this time to meeting up with Kerry and Gus who were stopping off to see us en-route back to the UK after finally having the holiday in Australia they should have had over Christmas.
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