Yesterday ended with a nice conversation in my hotel with two (fat!!) Aussies. Nice blokes though. And today i visited the killing fields. First the monument (where a tower of skulls reminds you of the terrible things Pol Pot did (and was ignored for such a long time by the rest of the world), then to a former prison, where people were tortured. One expression for that: Oh my God!!! There is enough to be found about it on the web, so... but i had a hard time digesting it all. OMG!!
Came back, had a beer with Peter (a banker from London), shower, pizza, and now... hotel and a book: "Stay alive my son". Read it!!
Laterz, Jan.
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