Journey of a Dream

Weapons of Cruelty
In the Tuol Sleng Museum, we were not supposed to laugh, or smile for that matter. I guess it is respect for the dead
Brick cells for the victims
One of the beds that had been used to interrogate the victims









We took a bus from Siem Reap to Phnom Penh, and with all gratefulness, the road was much better than expected, unlike the one from Poipet to Siem Reap. How unfortunately that it was in Phnom Penh too that Amy lost her handphone and I, some money. It couldn't be sheer coincidence that both of us lost something, but I suspect it was our gullibility of trusting that our belongings were in safe hands and the quick hands of the hotelier's staff. At that moment, it made us very unhappy that we left the very next day. Otherwise, it would have been a very happy trip to Cambodia.