Spent three days in the capital of Cambodia during the famed water festival. As the first festival held in four years the city was packed. Crossing the street was a life threading experience with tuk tuk drivers shouting at you, moto bikes weaving through traffic, and cars flat out bullying others off the road. Stumbled upon live muai thai boxing with fireworks in the back ground.
Also went to both the genocide museum and killings fields where faces of the victims lined the rooms of old classrooms while their skulls laid a few miles away. Visiting the tributes to the victims was one of the hardest things I’ve ever seen. How we, as people, can ever stoop so low, so evil, makes me want to weep. When I consider that even after the Khmer Rouge was overthrown after four horrible years, the United States government STILL recognized them as the official government of Cambodia and they even had a seat in the UN, I want to throw up. The Khmer Rouge were responsible for 3 million deaths in four years, in a population of 8 million.