Views of Cambodia

It was all sweet, Siem Reap is a nice place although completely operating for the tourist trade. It isn’t a place I’d hang about in. My last tuk-tuk back up to temples for sunset was a nice chap, slightly expensive. I wasn’t happy with the sunset, having seen the sunrise this morning, so went to meet him early – before it had set. They have an amazing knack of spotting you out of the crowds.

On the way back, he stopped off to show me something.

Stop off place

I wasn’t sure what he meant as he tapped his head, it sounded like “scar”. It wasn’t.

Skull, not scar

Reading up the stories made me realise I’d just scraped a surface and was just another bloody tourist.

Disappeared train worker

Later that evening, the same tuk-tuk driver (out of hundreds?!), spotted me and said he’d wait for me for the short journey home. “How much” I asked two hours later not expecting him to be there (during that time I’d read what I could about the history of the country) .. “You make up the price”. I did, and gave him my left over Riel as a tip.

The people are amazing. 70% of the people in this country were born after Khmer Rouge and those other 30% have lost most family and suffer from mental issues due to the traumatic events (albeit, everyone I met was kind and had a warming smile). I pray they stay the way they are now, and don’t go down the entire monetary tourism way that Thailand has in the last 20 years.