Before I leave Cambodia


I do feel obliged to admit that despite the fact that many in our little group of Aussies, Brits, Kiwis and Judy and I as the two lone Americans tried some of the street food of Cambodia, I drew the line at roasted roaches and tarantulas. Life is simply too short. I have no need whatsoever to know what they taste like.

More importantly, having visited the Killing Fields here and the prison in which adults and children were kept and tortured, I am once again amazed at the resilience of the human spirit. The man in this picture was a tortured victim of the Pol Pot regime but managed to live and write a book about it. And he can stioll smile. I’m not sure I’d ever be able to smile again after what he went through.

And now on to Laos.