On the bus ride to Cambodia, I was thinking about our trip to Vietnam.
Must be a strange place for Americans to visit. Generally people are quite friendly but all the main "tourist attractions" such as the Reunification Palace, the War Remnants Museum and the Cu Chi tunnels all love to give a different side of the Vietnam War.
For example, we call it the fall of Saigon whereas they look at it as the liberation of Saigon. Different sides of the same coin, perhaps.
Thankfully, we were on a bus to Cambodia where they didn't need Americans to wipe out 2 million people. They did it to themselves.
We arrived in Phnom Penh around 2 pm. It was a very pleasant surprise. I was afraid that it would be a complete toilet but instead, it seems much more modern than Saigon. They even have department stores where I bought hair gel (an obvious necessity). There are fewer motorcycles but more cars and the people seem generally more laid back; we weren't attacked with pleas to get on a motorcycle every six feet. I bought really good popcorn off the street and so far I haven't died.
This morning we are off to the infamous torture centre for the Khmer Rouge (which was formerly a school) and then to the Killing Fields. Such fun, such fun ...