Pol Pot's regime

Today was very hard.
I opted to go to the Phnom Penh Killing Fields museum.  It's an outdoor memorial right where the atrocities of Pol Pot happened.
Clothing, bones,skull upon skull.  Horrible stuff of the '70s.

Phnom Penh is another big, busy, chaotic city.  I wouldn't dare to drive here.  And yet there are young women; three to a bike; no helmets, giggling up a storm as one of them literally weaves in and out of traffic.  And by traffic I mean as many lanes as possible squeezed onto a street, everybody turning left right or pulling u-turns at random.  Much humanity in stalls along the side.  Helmets, cell phones, plastic chairs, budha carvings all for sale along with canteens where meat is being roasted and wanton soup is steaming.  Tuk tuks everywhere.

Enough for now.  Off to an outdoor Korean restaurant.

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