hoi, shall update about my cambodia trip today, shall choose a few of the photos me and ziying took. im sorry that some of the pictures are not in the correct position.
First day, while we are waiting at the departure hall.
after we alight from the airport; PHNOM PENH, and there was a bus sending us to this place. The killer field.
millions of people were dead during those horrrible tortures and all their head bones are kept here. you can really tell it's different humans by looking at the size and different structure of the bones.
This is the magic tree. They put loud speakers over here and use music to cover those sounds the victims made, in order not to let anyone outside know that they are actually killing and torturing people inside.
These are the teeths bone.
children and women were kept here. majority of them were naked.
Some clothes that were worn by the victims during the torture.
Tools used to torture the victims.
Felt really uncomfortable after viewing the place.
Lunch on the first day.
This is the Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum. Some of the pictures were drawn by a survivor who is still alive, if i'm not wrong. Victims were taken to a cell, there's only something that look like a tool box for them to urine and shit, a bowl for food, and an iron bar. at times, they were not allowed to have any food and drinks, and the only thing they can consume, is their urine.
bloods of the victims and they are on the top of the cell room.
Their rules and regulations are nonsense. but victims have to go by it.
This is one the cell room. The windows make it impossible to escape.
Victims were hang at the top, as well as their head being forced into those "tanks" with water.
each person captured were chained with one small ring.
didn't managed to took photos of all the photos. but here's some of them.
Second day was spent at the orphanage.
They made all these with their own hands and sold them away.
Third day was spent at two museums.
This child is 8 years old!
Second museum.
Third museum, but luckily, we are just viewing them from the bus. Because it's really tiring and the weather is hot. Many stairs go climb as well.
Fourth day, at the floating village. there were Vietnamese staying there. They don't belong to their country, but neither do they belong to cambodia.
Children with snakes hung on their shoulders can be seen.
Crocodile farm.
Thursday, i think. went to just to look at the sunsets, and the road was not easy to walk on either. Pity, no sunset can be seen.
Last day, to the butterflies and i forgot what it's called.
A combination of pictures taken from the first day to the last.
Each single night, we spent time playing cards with the girls as well as those annoying boys who keep disturbing me. But night time were well spent, and i managed to get good sleep those following nights. Because i hadn't sleep for like almost 2 nights and im dead tired. We spent those days walking around with our continuous sweats flowing, that i don't even dare to hang my camera on my neck. Luckily xinfa keep lending me his fan.
It was a really great trip as we managed to know more schoolmates, and this trip actually thought me how lucky Singaporeans are. Singaporeans should be born in that 'dirty' life. What i meant was, the people there does not have clean clothes, not all. Their life is terrible, some of them were not even wearing shoes. Every country has their own history, but it was not till i went to cambodia and found out just a little about their history, it makes me want to know more. Everything was good apart from all those sweating and walking. I'm not exactly a museum type of people but the day at the floating village as well as the killer fields, really let me know more about another country! People can be seen fishing with big nets, bathing, kids playing, and they might have drink those damn muddy water if there's no water given. Their house are those huts floating on the water, most huts can be seen with at least one boat tied to it. Many children can be found beggin for money. They either go up to our boat to sell things, or! their small boat attached to the our boat, with father mother and more younger children. The oldest child will keep talking in their language begging for money. Tell me, will Singaporean children even beg for anything? no they don't. They hate losing their face. BUT! it's still great to know that they know how to sing oppa gangnam style and gentleman,. it's not my favourite songs, but i figure out that the places is actually not really very low down compared to the past.
Now, i remember thay my father used to tell me that he kept all kind of animals before. not saying tiger and such, but yes, snakes, dogs and cats, etc. and of course, before malaysia "provides" us with their water, they swim in muddy water as well! but those might be one of the best memories they could ever have. i wish i have a chance to play in those muddy water as well. I'm always telling myself. that i should stay and born in those places. so that i will not look down at people, i will learn how to survive, and i will learn how to save. I know all this logic, but still, i have not act up to it. i'm a real lazy bum, i know. :( .. i'm half done with my post, because i do not know all of their history and stuffs, and i only wrote those that i know of. i hope there will be another opportunity like this.
