The Cambodians haven't quite got the hang of smooth transitions at the airport. Once again we were pleased that Marcus argued his way through check in and got us all onto the plane when it decided to arrive!
PP is a million miles away from Siem Reip. It's big, dirty and dangerous! We went out to a restaurant that supports an orphanage, run by the local children and again, as always , the food was amazing.
The next day was the prion (an old school ) where the prisoners were held by the Khmer rouge before execution. There are no words to explain how horrifying it was,what people can do to their own friend s and families is deeply shocking. Especially as our guide lost most of his family, its hard to imagine it was only the late 70s, just 1 generation ago. If we thought it couldn't get worse we then went to the killing fields. 1 in 4 Cambodians died within 4 years, anyone with an education and their whole family even the babies . The fields are as they were found. Which means walking over bones and clothes of the dead. I can't process it even now.
That afternoon we took a quick tour of the palace, but then some of us went to the orphanage of the restaurant that we'd eaten at the night before.just a couple of hours playing with these beautiful, friendly children restored my faith in human nature. one of the highlights of my trip so far.
That night was cocktails, and the best food yet at another orphanage run restaurant . The Cambodians really are turning their country around fr the better . Shame that on the way to the bar afterwards two of the group had their bag stolen.
After visiting the markets the next morning, and buying more than would fit into my bag, we left PP and I don't think anyone was too upset.
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