Phnom Penh day 7 – The killing fields

Today we got up for breakfast. We both had scrambled eggs again although I’m still struggling to eat them all!

We got ready and walked to a nearby ATM for money. We got a tuktuk to the killing fields. The drive was about 7km outside the city. On the way Scott’s hat blew off 😦 poor scott. The drive was insane! They are crazy here. There are no rules and a red light means nothing! Cross roads felt like a gamble for your life! We made it to the museum in one piece – minus Scott’s hat 😥.

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We went to the ticket office where “foreigners” are charged $6pp. He man told the girl in front of us if they wanted the audio tour it was $3 each. When it was our turn he charged us $12 for our two tickets. I just walked over to the audio tour guys and asked for two – and they handed me them! Free audio tour for us! 🙂

The next 45 minutes walking around the killing fields were grim. We saw victims clothes buried in the dirt and worse, their remains in the form of teeth and bones.

There were several grave pits where people had been killed.

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We got to a large tree called the “killing tree” which was used to beat children on. The Khmer Rouge would hold babies by their legs and smash their heads on the bark. The man who found the killing fields found brains and hair on the tree :|. I felt sick.

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One stop showed a glass box of the victims clothes and a box of their bones and teeth. Every time it rains, more are washed up from the dirt and the caretakers collect them to put in the boxes.

There was a large tree in the middle of the grounds, which was used to project large speakers playing Khmer music. They played the music loudly during each killing session to drown out the moans of the prisoners so no one could hear them. They used a generator to power the music and floodlights that they’d have pointing at the victims as they were murdered. Our audio tour played the noise of the generator and music loudly in our ears stating that this would be the last noise the victims would hear before they died. All the hairs on my body stood up and I felt a chill. It was so horrible. You honestly felt like it was you standing waiting to die.

The last stop was the monument building which contained the skulls of the victims. Hundreds of them. There must be thousands more buried beneath. The glass case told how each person had died and if they were male or female. The worst case for me was the one with the children’s skulls. Such an awful place.

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We left quiet and emotional.. Still in disbelief that human beings could do this to anyone.

Our tuktuk driver took us on our crazy drive back to the hotel. We ended up on the craziest road in the world! Traffic was going every single way! We ended up in deep puddles of water and on dusty rough roads. I filmed our journey and took pictures of the crazy sights that aren’t hard to find in Cambodia.

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Such as men just standing on vehicles as they drive.

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Tuktuks full of fruit and people.

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Motorbikes pulling well more than they should.

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Cars packing more than they should!

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And crazy old men trying to cross the busiest roads ever.

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We got back to the hotel and went straight to the pool to cool off. The pool makes such a difference in the heat. So relaxing.

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At 5pm we went for dinner at the daughters of Cambodia cafe. It was highly rated on trip advisor. It’s a cafe opened to give sex workers a chance at a new life and leave that behind.

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I ordered the crumbled chicken with mango chutney and garlic aioli and scott had fish n chips. Both were delicious! It was a bit more expensive at $6.50 a meal but so worth it. We even ordered hot brownie and ice cream for dessert. Delicious! ❤️

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Back at the hotel and lying watching TV super stuffed! Although at 9pm we shared some noodles. Probably due to the fact skipping lunch is taking its toll by bed time.

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