It would be the day when we’d have to say good bye to the beautiful city of Phnom Penh. Thinking that we didn’t have much time to spare, I grabbed my shoes and went for a little run on the riverside of Tonle Sap river. It would be my very last run before I joined a few thousands runners to battle it out at the Angkor Wat Marathon.
I suppose I don’t have to tell you that most palaces in ‘highly Buddhist’ countries like Cambodia, Vietnam and Thailand require their visitors to be in proper dresses instead of those all-too bearing clothes that you’d probably wear while strutting your stuff on a white sandy beach in Phuket or something. So, the admission fee is USD6.25 (25,000 Riels) and that is like MYR18.50 in Ringgit Malaysia. How worthy it is depends a lot on how you can appreciate what…
It would be our last day in Phnom Penh before we took a bus to Siem Reap the next day. We spent the day before trying to understand what it was in the head of Pol Pot when he tortured and killed thousands and thousands of people during his 4 years of ruling Cambodia. For me, there was no way I could fully understand it but then, whatever happened in the past is going to be a lesson not only…