The world made a promise after the enormity of the Holocaust was revealed at the end of WWII. We promised it would not happen again. But it did. We failed.
Visiting Phnom Penh is a charming but also chlling experience. Whilst soaking up the French influenced ambience, it is simply impossible to ignore the all too recent horrors of the Khmer Rouge. The Killing Fields and the S21 Tuol Sleng Torture Museum are compelling places to visit. The Killing Fields Memorial is an eight storey high stupa filled with skulls encased in glass. Mass graves dot the fields, disconcertingly close to ordinary local farms. Likewise, the old high school used as a torture centre by Pol Pot and his ghouls is slap bang in the middle of the suburbs, blocks of flats abutting. The neighours MUST have known what was happening, where as many as 20 000 people were tortured and killed as the Khmer rouge purged the nation of a generation of intellectuals, professionals, free thinkers - anyone they thought may be a threat to their regime.
But Cambodia is a lot more than just a gruesome horror show. Welcoming, friendly and fun, it is also home to zillions of NGOs, organisations trying to help Cambodia get things back in order. We visited two - a refuge for trafficked women run by HAGARÂ and Tonle, a guesthouse in Stueng Treng where local kids are trained in tourism. Both do wonderful work with not enough money and depend on overseas [mainly Swiss] donations.
Now we have crossed the Mekong River in Laos and head for the mountains.