Cambodia: Entry 2

27 May 2003: Hanoi, Vietnam

Subject: Cambodia

Phnom Penh

So after four days in Siem Reap mostly spent looking at temples we got on another bus for the ride to Phnom Penh. This road was supposed to be better than the one from the Thai border to Siem Reap, but it was still a slow journey. It was raining in the morning and the unsurfaced road was getting muddy - it makes you try to imagine how much worse it gets when it has been raining for a few months. But soon it will be transformed as everywhere there was construction work going on, mainly building new bridges. Because of the wet/dry climate they can simply fill the river channel with earth to make a temporary road during the dry season while they build a new bridge alongside, and we saw them in every stage of construction (except finished).

We were delivered to a pleasant, air-conditioned hotel with cable TV (BBC!) ... on a muddy dirt road in what felt like one of Phnom Penh's dodgier areas. (More about the way they "deliver" you to a hotel later.) First impressions of Phnom Penh were not bad: there are shops selling all of the essentials of daily life, plenty of places to eat and so on. It is remarkable to think how different it must have been twenty years ago.

Our first outing was to the Royal Palace, a large compound with various temples and other buildings in the Buddist style. The highlight is the Silver Pagoda, a temple whose floor is made from solid silver tiles weighing five tonnes. Frankly it's not very impressive as most of the floor is covered with carpets so that you can walk on it, and the tiles that are exposed could do with a polish. Even I could think of more interesting things to do with that much precious metal! Inside there are cabinets full of assorted silver and gold nic-naks, all in need of a dust apart from the huge 90kg gold buddah, bejeweled with diamonds of up to 24 carats.

Some readers would have been more interested in another part of the complex where they had a traditional cambodian stilt house complete with loom in the space underneath. There was a lady there weaving silk in the technique where it seems that the fabric has been dyed with a pattern and then un-woven and woven again. (Why do they do that?)

We also wandered down to the river. Phnom Penh is at the confluence of the Mekong and the Tonle Sap rivers. During the wet season the Mekong delta (southern Vietnam) can't take all the water coming downstream and the flow in the Tonle Sap river reverses. This fills the Tonle Sap lake and is the basis for Cambodia's rice growing - they have a special variety that grows fast enough to keep up with the rising water level - and fishing. It was possible to see the far side of the Mekong river, but it was a long way away. Was it the widest river I've ever seen? Probably, exluding estuaries.

For some recent history we went to the Choeng Ek genocide memorial. If you've seen pictures of hundreds of skulls pilled up on wooden trestles, this is the place (see, for example, - though five years ago they built a buddist stupa (tower) to house them:

There are also the remains of the mass graves that they excavated around which odd bits of cloth and a few bits of bone are still sticking out of the ground. Pol Pot's regime is said to have been responsible for a million or more deaths, most of them through starvation but a significant number in extermination camps like this; there are eight thousand skulls at Choeng Ek. Most of the victims were bludgeoned to death with things like agricultural implements as bullets were considered too valuable to waste on them. (Remember that in China the families of executed prisonners are still often sent a bill for the bullet used.) Despite the significance of the place I wasn't particularly moved by it - not sure why. Apparently the former Tuol Sleng prison in Phnom Penh, where the victims were interrogated before being sent to Choeng Ek, is a more moving experience, but I didn't go. Only Meg went there while Aine and I went to the National Museum to see some bits of carved stone that were considered too portable to leave in situ at Angkor. It's not a bad museum - at least they have labels on everything, even if they do often say "unknown origin, unknown date".

So after all that Meg and Aina set off back to Norway via Sihanoukville, Bangkok and London and I got on a plane to Hanoi, with a half-hour stop at Vientiane in Loas to boost the country-count for the trip so far to seventeen. More about Hanoi later.

How Tourism Works in Cambodia

As a tourist in Cambodia, things can be even cheaper than you expect them to be. That's because prices are set very low to get your interest, and then they try to sell you other things on which they hope to make more profit. Here's what can happen:

You get a bus from Bangkok all the way to Siem Reap (all day) for only 150 Baht (less than three pounds). They make a loss on this, but the bus delivers you to their guesthouse in Siem Reap where they hope to make enough profit to pay for the trip. But the guesthouse is cheap too - only $3 per night for a good room - because they want you to book your transport to the temples through them (and earn their commission on the deal). Your driver will then drive you to the temples, but what he really wants to do is to take you to his favourite restraunts where he'll earn a percentage. At the restraunt you want to eat, but the first few pages of the menu are advertising bus trips....

It's all a bit bizzare and I'm not sure what I think of it. I wonder if it indicates an underlying oversupply of services and not enough tourists - no-one can make any money themselves so they try to make something from someone else's business. But like a pyramid scheme it's bound to fail, except perhaps for a few central players. There was quite a scene when we got to Siem Reap and announced that we were going to a different hotel - one with a Norwegian manager and guaranteed party for the 17th May. I'd rather pay for what I think I'm paying for and not be in debt to someone who has given me something at below cost price. On the other hand it does mean that you can travel very cheaply.