Saturday, 10 August 2013

The Killing Fields.

Today once we were ready, we allowed the persistent tuk tuk driver to take us to the killing fields at midday. When we got there it was beautifully sunny, but before we knew it, it was chucking it down with rain - classic us. Worst luck! I ended up making a load of notes at the place, and it was just shocking. I can’t believe I had never heard of the whole affair beforehand. How was I so ignorant to this all when it is one of the most disgusting things I have ever heard about.
1 in 4 Cambodians were killed by their own people - imagine that situation in England… It was just so saddening. I’ll be writing a HUGE bit about it on my history and politics blog later. I’m going to ask Clark to go in and do a presentation on it for history society because I’m lame and I just really think people should know about the horrors that went on… Maybe I’m just stupid and the only person who hasn’t heard about it - idk.
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When we returned, it was the bumpiest ride ever. It was more bumpy than white water rafting! We were taken down a load of super run down backroads with so much litter and just… junk everywhere! They have the coolest traffic lights out here though - the green man is animated and he runs across the road. It’s so relevant because you have to run to escape traffic :L. The amount of odd smells you come across whilst in a tuk tuk is also very disturbing. People carry the weirdest thing on tuk tuks, whilst we’ve been here we’ve seen people carrying a pane of glass for a door whilst driving along… the base to a piano, a whole load of polystyrene, chickens… etc. You name it - they fit it on their bikes! I haven’t the foggiest how.
Anyway, off out for dinner and drinks now. Finally going to try out the night life! xxx
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**Update midnight**
Well… that was a fail. No wonder we haven’t really been out here before. There is no nightlife. If there is, we can’t find it! What a crap capital city. We went out for pizza on the waterfront then headed to dairy queen for the best oreo icecream and walked for ages to try finding a busy bar. My aim of the holiday has now become the ability to down a beer…. I hate beer in England but some of the stuff out here is actually bearable! So yeah, had a few beers and met some girls who said they’d take us to a good place but it turned out to be crap so we left pretty quickly and instead ventured home as nothing interesting came up on the way.
I’ve decided I’m really going to miss Olivia, we thought we’d be sick of one another by now, but we just get along so easily - mainly because we’re both so lazy. I mean, I’m really going to miss drinking with her, and all of our inside jokes that no one else will understand. (Preparing to move, NO Rules!!, Idk does it matter? Just drink!, A baguette now! Etc) who am I going to wildly dance to ‘lose my mind’ with or remicise about the crazy nights out we had or strange moments like her coming in and cuddling between Jonas and I or the french guy who when she asked ‘can I practice my french’ replied ‘no but you can practice sex!’ Hahaha. Charmersssss.

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