Tuesday 8 July 2014

Remnants of the Khmer Rouge

30 November

Warning: this post contains some pretty depressing information and images.


Any long-term readers might remember the one other time I wrote a full blogpost for one day - my visit to Auschwtiz in Poland.

The similarities of this post are frighteningly similar.

I ended that post with reference to a plaque that requested that Auschwitz be now remembered as a "cry of despair and a warning to humanity", and an insight that this would, in all likelihood, not be heeded.

The atrocities in Poland occurred in the 1940s. Sure enough, in Cambodia in the 1970s, this warning to humanity was not heeded, as Pol Pot and his Khmer Rouge regime ripped apart the country. In a communist movement that went well overboard, between 1975 and 1979 the regime controlled Cambodia and executed some 1-2 million of the estimated 7 million inhabitants of the country.

It is important to understand how this happened. Pol Pot - "brother number one" - and his regime believed in Cambodia being completely self-sufficient, to extreme lengths. Education was not necessary - anyone with any sort of education or intellectual background was considered a danger to the regime and was invariably executed for their trouble. This covered artists and musicians to anyone with a knowledge of a foreign language and anyone who didn't spend long enough in the fields working. People of other ethnicities, or those with connections to the former government or foreign governments, were simply "dispatched".

What amazes me is that people with these sorts of visions are able to come to power. Amazingly the Khmer Rouge were welcomed into Phnom Penh when they took over the city. When the city was emptied and its residents sent to rural areas to work, perhaps that vision changed.

The regime still held a seat at the UN until 1993, after being essentially disposed by Vietnam-backed forces in 1979. Why? They were supported by western governments in preference to the Vietnamese regime.

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There are two common sites for visitors to Phnom Penh. The first is the Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum, also known by it's Khmer Rouge reference S-21, for security prison 21.

This was set up in old school premises - which were no longer needed for their previous purpose when the new Khmer Rouge regime came to power. "Trouble-makers" came here charged under the most obscure of crimes and were invariably tortured to within inches of their lives to confess to non-existent crimes and to name other accomplices. Conditions were unbelievably dreadful. The guards themselves were not excluded, bound by strict rules, and many of them became prisoners themselves for failing to follow such rules as not leaning against a wall while on duty, or eavesdropping on interrogations.

Rules at S-21, with a present day English translation:
3. Don't be a fool for you are a chap who dare to thwart the revolution.
6. While getting lashes or electrocution you must not cry at all.
The school classrooms were converted into interrogation and torture rooms, and holding cells.

Interrogation room with some leftover implements. The photo on the wall was taken when the prison was first discovered by liberating Vietnamese forces: they discovered 13 bloodied corpses, just recently killed, on their arrival.
Former classrooms were converted into prison cells
The former school corridor seems a lot more sinister with barbed wire
The museum had excellent documentation of the Khmer Rouge crimes here. Rooms upon rooms full of the harrowing photos of its prisoners gave only a hint at the estimated 17,000 who passed through here in just several years - one of at least 150 in the country - before being sent to Choeung Ek for execution.

S-21 was led by a man known as Comrade Duch. After 20 years of freedom, he was arrested in 1999 and in 2009 became the only man to have faced a complete trial for his crimes against humanity as part of the Khmer Rouge regime. After an initial sentence of 35 years imprisonment, this was extended to life on appeal. Other high-ranking members have mostly died, never having faced a court for their crimes, while several members remain under arrest awaiting trial to this day.

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I took a break in a market for lunch, before heading on the dusty road out towards the Choeung Ek Memorial Centre, better known as the Killing Fields. This was where opponents of the Khmer Rouge were taken for execution, including many from S-21, as a large area to be able to dispose of victims.

Choeung Ek consists of a number of large mass graves, and an excellent audio guide has been prepared to guide visitors around the horrendous site. Stories from some of those with first-hand experience of the regime seemed all the more chilling when walking around the graves where so many of the victims were buried.

The fields containing some of the mass graves at Choeung Ek. Some still produce fractures pieces of skeletons after heavy rainfall.
Hearing stories, again and again, of how families were simply ripped to shreds by those with power... It is all very depressing. However still very important to understand why this has happened and how we can try to avoid it happening in the future. Yet still we have modern-day conflicts in Iraq, Syria, Sudan, Ukraine, or Nigeria - among many others.

The manner of execution also deserves note. To "save bullets", guards would carry out executions by pickaxe, or other blunt instruments. Somehow there is something a little less personal about a gunshot - having the physical capacity to attack a defenceless person to death is quite something else.

Choeung Ek Memorial Tower... Infamously filled with 5000 of the skulls discovered in the mass graves, many carrying evidence of the cruel method of their execution
For babies, even blunt instruments were often dispensed with:

"Killing tree against which executioners beat children"
... by swinging them by their feet and beating their heads against this tree.
The number of times I had to just stop and try and take it in, to comprehend what has happened here in the past... I certainly had many reasons to feel extremely fortunate for the personal situation of my life.

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As I made ready to leave the centre, a school nearby ended for the day. I could hear children laughing, playing in the grounds, enjoying the sunshine. The contrast to the emotions I was feeling was amazingly strong. But it gave me hope that perhaps, in some small ways, the "warning to humanity" at Auschwitz may, one day, be completely recognised.

First steps into Cambodia

27 - 30 November

It was an early start for the pick up and ferry back to Thailand's mainland, followed by several hair-raising hours in the minivan with a crazy Thai driver to the border with Cambodia.

On the ferry from Koh Chang back to the Thai mainland
Google "Thailand Cambodia border" and you'll be presented with an endless list of blogposts, travel guide recommendations, and articles about how much of a sham it is. They don't lie.

A tourist visa into Cambodia costs US$20, according to all official information. However you'll never get into the country on a land border with US$20 - especially if you've got a bus to catch. Avoiding the fake "quarantine" tent trying to scam travellers with out of an extra $5, you then get called into a room one by one to present your money to the officials who will insist the price is 1000 Thai baht. The US$33 this converts to results in a nice little cut for the border officials. Thai baht aren't even accepted in Cambodia (US$ are)... It was a small moral victory for me to get away with around US$27 when I insisted on paying in US$. You then get ushered out of the room without your passport and wait 5 minutes until it magically appears with some new paper inside. Then off you go.

Then you have to find your bus connection on the other side. During the above process we were being hassled by a number of different people trying to say that we were on their bus, and had been warned of attempts to get us not on our prebooked bus, but another that would charge us later... I was also the last person through the process and a bus driver was complaining that he would leave without me... Given he didn't do so, I trusted him (a scam would have given up on me), and somehow myself, and 5 others (including Lena and Suvi from my last accommodation in Koh Chang) ended up in Sihanoukville.

That included changing onto another minivan as the main bus went to Phnom Penh. Unfortunately I left my nice hiking boots on the first bus - and this was our minivan...

There were about 12 people crammed into here, along with all that luggage...
Our bags were tied somewhere into that bulge sticking out the back, and as our jovial Cambodian driver and his mate ensured it was all "secure", one of them said "First time in Cambodia?"

"Yes" most of us replied.

"It like this" he said with a big grin.

Welcome to Cambodia indeed...

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Sihanoukville turned out to be a bit of a tourist trap, but nestled in a decent spot along the beach. After a long day of travel and with an early bus to Phnom Penh in two days, I didn't get up to much there but enjoyed a Cambodian BBQ dinner on the beach, where beers were two for US$1 on happy hour and you could wander in the water while waiting for your food... While not particularly authentic, it did feel nice just to relax as a tourist and not feel all that guilty about it.

Sunset from Sihaoukville
A cocktail in the surf while waiting for dinner... Why not...
The day in between involved a late sleep in, and a brief walk around town to the market and the bus company trying (unsuccessfully) to get my hiking boots back. A fresh coconut was a temporary relief from the stifling humidity and before long it was back to the beach to cool off.

Suvi had found some Finnish compatriots and decided to stay in Sihanoukville for some time, while Lena joined me on the bus to Phnom Penh and where I was due to meet up with my sister Claire, the beginnings of a 12 day trip around Cambodia with my parents also.

Phnom Penh was quite a different capital city to Bangkok. Certainly it was noticeable that the country isn't as financially strong as Thailand. It was a very bustling, dirty, dusty and busy city, a real attack on the senses that was at complete contrast to the tourist spot of Sihanoukville.

I got some time to explore a bit around the town and the frontage onto the great Mekong River. I always liked exploring through markets and this one near to my guesthouse was no different...

The entrance to Preăh Barum Réachea Veang Chaktomuk (Royal Palace), near the confluence of the Tonle Sap and Mekong Rivers
Top quality scaffolding
At the markets: Spot the dog...
Eggs from New Zealand!
Giving a new definition to a safely secured load...
The three guys riding on top aren't wearing seatbelts!
For the day spare that I had, I visited two of the important sites from the Khmer Rouge regime - the S-21 Genocide Museum and the Choeung Ek Memorial, widely known as the Killing Fields. See my experiences about that in a separate post here.

Then it was off to pick up Claire from the airport... First time seeing any family in almost 11 months!

Family!
Back at the guesthouse I learnt a lesson about hiring a tuktuk driver - price before trip - and I got well and truly ripped off by him when I bended to pressure first. While I know the amount of money is still a lot more to him than to me, I don't like paying more than what the real price is for something. In this one case my driver refused to accept the "real price" even though I knew that would have been generous. In the end to avoid the awkward situation that was developing, I just paid up.

Then first thing in the morning - again - Claire and I were on a long bus ride to Cambodia's north and the town on Banlung. Several dodgy roadside eateries and toilets later, the on-time bus (read: less than 2 hours late) arrived to where Mum and Dad were waiting.

Wednesday 11 June 2014

Sun, cocktails, more sun, scooters, and a storm - Kai Bae

22 - 26 November

A slightly sketchy early morning motorbike taxi ride, followed by a bus to Laem Ngop, a ferry to Koh Chang island, and a songthaew (shared taxi) got me to Kai Bae, where I'd organised to stay at Buzza's Bungalows. The owners, Dwk (Thai) and Julie (Welsh), were very friendly and ran their own little outfit, complete with Dwk's excellent curries and Julie's good conversation.

I spent the evening just enjoying being on holiday - a swim down at the beach (where some baby elephants were bathing with their mahouts) and then a quiet dinner with a couple of beers in the bar at Buzza's.

The next morning I got talking to a Finnish girl (Suvi) and a German girl (Lena) who were travelling together and also staying at Buzza's. Asking what there was to do on the island, Julie suggested a kayak out into the bay, so I decided to head out and Lena came along too. Heading out onto the water was quite cooling and refreshing compared to the humid heat, and it was very enjoyable paddling around a couple of small islands.

Out on the water off Kai Bae
Exploring the cliffs on one of the islands
Sunset from the beach
Lena and Suvi were both very relaxed characters - although I suppose it's hard not to be when you're at a Thai beach resort! - and I ended up spending the next week with them, mostly at Kai Bae. The next day we hired scooters to head around to the far side of the island, taking in icecream, some good views, a waterfall we couldn't find, and a small harbour. It was kind of fun aimlessly exploring the island...

I don't think I really suit a scooter
On a pier in Ao Salek Phet
Ao Salek Phet
A wander after dinner along the beach produced this view:

Kai Bae beach by night
The next day we decided to head to another beach on the island, Bang Bao, again with the scooters, but just as we went over a hill the rain hit, and the inexperienced scooter operator (read: me) had a little spill on the slippery surface. Thankfully I was going very slowly and carefully and came away with just a few scratches on the bike and a graze on my knee.

I think it was worth it though - this was the afternoon's treats:

Fresh pineapple juice
Lunchtime the tastiest Penang curry I've ever had, on the beach, with a fresh coconut
(please explain why I ever left??) 
Sunset at Bang Bao
Just as we were preparing to leave Bang Bao, the inevitable tropical storm hit. We managed to get back to Kai Bae in a break in the rain, but it settled in for good the next day:

A day inside as the tropical storm took charge
Then it was off to Cambodia. I was due to meet my sister Claire and my parents within a few days, and decided to spend several nights in Sihanoukville, Cambodia's beach resort, along the way. Suvi and Lena were ready to move on and decided to come too - I was quite glad to have someone I knew as I tried to cross the infamous Thai/Cambodian border...

Lena and Suvi in the bar at Buzza's as we contemplated the border crossing the next day

Sunday 11 May 2014

Thai time - Bangkok

19 - 21 November

I reluctantly took a taxi back to Colombo's airport for my flight through to Bangkok in Thailand. Once there I headed for "backpacker central" - Khao San Road, which is covered in budget guesthouses, touts for suits and many other items, rip-off "tour guides", and markets that seem cheap (but are actually well overpriced compared to elsewhere).

I found a cheap guesthouse down a quiet side alley at the very basic end - flushing toilet with a bucket of water - and explored a bit, with a beer from the 7/11 (!), amused by the incredibly overly touristic nature of the area...

The types of bars on Khao San Road - "We do not check ID card"...
I had several days to explore around the city, and headed first for the Grand Palace. Roughly transcribed as Phra Borom Maha Ratcha Wang in Thai, this complex was used by the royal family since the late 18th century, and is full of impressive examples of Thai architecture, with the typical pointed roof eaves.

As with Buddhist sites in Sri Lanka, dress code was strict, and photos weren't allowed to be taken in the hall housing the famous Emerald Buddha, probably the most revered Buddha statue in Thailand - to the extent that only the Thai king is permitted to touch the statue, where he changes the outfit three times a year according to season.

Outside Chakri Maha Prasat throne hall
A daunting warrior statue
Two monks walking in front of Viharn Yod
Detail on the Ubosoth which houses the famed Emerald Buddha
Detailed mural paintings depicting Thai history
I couldn't help but smile at the image formed by this group of monks I saw just outside the palace soon afterwards, stuck in a Bangkok traffic jam:

Only in Thailand?
I wandered around that part of the city and on my way back to my guesthouse in the evening, discovered a rather large blockade on one of the large avenues adjacent to Democracy Monument. Anti-government protesters had been camped here for quite some time.

Anti-government protests - particularly non-violent at this stage - at Democracy Monument
The political situation in Thailand was finely balanced in November, and has since deteriorated further. As I write this, the incumbent prime minister was deposed by the courts just this week. The ruling Pheu Thai party's support from the rural poor, who are likely to continue to win voting due to their larger population, are up against the urban elite who want to install a "people's council" instead of a democratically elected government. However both sides of the conflict refuse to back down until they get their way. It's a real shame for Thailand - politicised bickering by a small minority - and it is having a noticeable negative effect on tourism in a country that has recently boomed in that industry.

I headed into Bangkok's city centre the following day, exploring some of the incredibly large, Westernised shopping malls and watching the swathes of motorbikes.

A 3-storey high Christmas tree in a 7-storey shopping mall in central Bangkok
I must admit while it's encouraging to see Thai people embracing the spirit of the festive season, Christmas is not a Thai holiday at all. Bangkok has become a very international city and I think has lost some of the charm and friendliness of Thailand that I experienced later on.

More motorbikes than you can count - and a lot of taxis too
My electrical engineering friends would be shocked...
Naturally it's in front of a 7/11, which appear on both sides of the road on almost every block in busy parts of town
Knowing I would have a couple more nights in Bangkok before my flight home, I boarded a bus the next morning to head for the beach. Destination: the resort island of Koh Chang.

Saturday 10 May 2014

Sri Lanka part 3 - the cultural triangle

14 - 18 November

Arriving in Kandy, a bit of bargaining with a stubborn tuk-tuk driver, and it was off to the Kandy City Hostel with an Australian backpacker, Leigh, who'd been on the same train.

Sri Lanka's centre, roughly between Kandy, Anuradhapura and Polonnaruwa, is widely known as the Cultural Triangle. This area holds a number of locations of high cultural heritage and interest, and is noticeably more conservative than the rest of the country, especially regarding dress in temples and the sale of alcohol.

One of the primary sites is right in Kandy's centre - the Temple of the Tooth Relic, which purportedly holds a tooth of the Buddha and is therefore considered one of the most important Buddhist pilgrimage sites in the world. Leigh and I headed there the next morning to discover how important the spiritual connection is to Kandy's Buddhists (answer: very)...

Reflections outside the temple
My shorts weren't long enough at the Temple of the Tooth, so I hired a sarong
(Sri Lankan men often wear sarongs, and would be a top choice for many semi-formal type gatherings)
Buddhist flags inside
Locals walking past the opening leading to the Tooth Relic (in a golden shrine at the rear)
Lighting candles to the Buddha
After a bit of shopping, we took a walk up to Bahirawakanda Temple, perched on the top of a hill with a commanding view of the city, where there was a massive statue of the Buddha presiding.

Bahirawakanda Temple towering at 27 m high
The monks' washing line
Enjoying a refreshing coconut before the walk back down
That afternoon, Leigh and I also visited the Tea Museum, located just out of the city within the tea plantations. It was a bit of an odd place, built inside an old tea factory, but had some good documentation on the development of tea as a commodity, it's pioneers, and some old tea processing machines.

The next morning I got up early to head to Dambulla, for a cricket ODI between New Zealand's Black Caps and Sri Lanka. A local got talking to me on the bus* and we shared a tuk-tuk to the stadium, where we arrived just as it started a typical Sri Lankan tropical downpour.

* One of the things that was very noticeable in Sri Lanka was their desire to strike up a conversation, find out where you were from, and practice their English. There were often two things that they mentioned when I said I was from New Zealand - the All Blacks, and Anchor milk. The fact that the New Zealand cricket team was touring Sri Lanka was almost unknown to most, which surprised me somewhat considering cricket is their national sport!!

The covers being removed as the rain stopped - about 200 guys of manpower!
I quite enjoyed the atmosphere of a Sri Lankan cricket match. The locals were right into the game, and very fond of their star Lasith Malinga. Cheering when New Zealand took a wicket, the silence around me was almost deafening - but when Sri Lanka hit a boundary, the wall of sound of cheering from the locals would hit...

I happened to find three other New Zealand backpackers there - Alice (who I'd seen on the train to Galle) and two of her friends - turns out Sri Lanka is a pretty small place! Despite a good bowling performance, the batting was dreadful and New Zealand eventually lost by 36 runs when it got too dark to keep playing.

A boy cheering on his team
Some of the locals wanted a photo with the crazy Kiwi
I stayed that night in nearby Sigiriya, a small town nestled against the ancient historical site of the same name.

Breakfast - another delicious dhal curry
Having met up with Leigh again, we headed to the ancient city early in the morning to avoid the heat. Centred around a 200 m high pillar of rock, the city was built in the fifth century by a local king as his capital.

By one of the moats around the city...
"Refrain from bathing, crocodiles go about"
The towering pillar of rock at Sigiriya
Sigiriya translates roughly as "Lion's Rock". The structure built on the side of the rock - in the fifth century - included two massive lion's paws carved into the rock at it's base. This is a view down onto those paws from the staircase above.
View down to the ancient city complex from atop Sigiriya
View from the summit
City constructions at the summit
A cave within the side of the rock is home to some beautifully painted frescoes
Aside from it's importance as a ancient city, and the wonderfully-preserved frescoes, a wall covered in graffiti also serves as probably the single most important source of information about the development of the Sinhalese language.

On my way back to Kandy that evening, I also visited the famous Rock Temple (also known as Cave Temple), where over 150 Buddha statues are located inside caves in the hillside. Nearby is also a towering Golden Temple.

Reclining Buddha in the caves
A row of Buddha figures
The Golden Temple
After a long day I finally arrived back in Kandy, and the next morning it was back to Colombo. I was very reluctant to leave this wonderful country - it really is a fascinating place I would love to go back to - but managed to sign off with a typical spicy-as-heck dhal curry with Ashan before winging my way to Bangkok.

There were only two countries to go on my world trip!