Monday, February 01, 2010

Phnom Penh
April 2001

I've been working on a book today where the author travels through Cambodia. It got me thinking of my own time there. It was 2001. My first trip to South East Aisa. The plane from Bangkok was so old, it had bench seats. Phnom Penh. Crazy. A hotel that I am sure doubled as a brothel. There seemed to be a lot of very friendly girls in the hotel bar. Families of five on scooters. Heat so intense the sweat looked like I'd been caught in the rain. Decaying French elegance. A slow-moving mass of river. An ancient cyclo driver who didn't know the way of where I wanted to go. Ex-pats and NGOs. And then a ride up the river on the roof of a boat. Hours of sunshine, brown water, muddy banks, rickety homes on tall pools and flatness. To arrive at Siem Reap.

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