final thoughts on cambodia
All my photos from Cambodia are here.
I can't believe a place like this exists. It was an unforgettable week, but I was happy to be able to walk down the street again without someone grabbing my attention to sell me a tuk tuk ride, drugs, or his empty baseball cap for money.
The Khmer people are a sad race. Virtually every family has been traumatized by the systematic killing by the Khmer Rouge, been injured or killed by landmines planted by the Americans, or just too poor too eat. Life throws salt on their wounds by giving them a heartless govnerment that couldn't care less about their own people. The Cambodian government has left their people to the streets. They've left them with nothing. It's pathetic.
The power of money in Cambodia shocked me the most. EVERYTHING is for sale. Women. Guns. Murder. People, particularly the vicous government, are so money-hungry, that they are willing to sell things that the Western world teaches us are priceless. Things like love, justice, and life can all be bought for a pretty penny.
Experiencing Cambodia is like stepping back in time. All you have to do is look at the capital, Phnom Phon, which looks more like a sprawled-out village than a city. People sleep when the sun sets and awake when it rises. Wooden shacks house families of 8 people or more. Naked babies sit on windosills. Women wash laundry outside in tin bins. Dirt roads are the streets. Everything is so rudimentary.
Every minute of Cambodia fascinated and shocked me.