Up betimes (that's how Pepys starts his journals) and on the road for over an hour to the site of the original capital of Khyner. Sacred water flowed over phallic symbols of Vishna so rice crops would grow well; guess it worked! We had lunch on the road, a beautiful curry served in coconut shell, and of course beer, today from Laos. Very hot by the time we had finished, but we toured a delightful little temple with exquisite bas reliefs. Few tourists as it is 37 km from town. On the way back we stopped at the local killing fields. Whew! Amd according to Chom, his father was a soldier on the wrong team and was killed when PolPot took over, and his mother and 7 siblings did not survive working the rice fields. He has no idea where any of them are buried, but he can tell you to the year, month, and day how long the "darkness"" lasted. How can we hope to relate to someone who has experienced this?
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Pretty unbelieveable what you are experiencing...is certainly a place where one goes to listen and learn. One of things I had wrong before I went to Cambodia, even though I had seen the movie Killing Fields, was that there are numerous "killing fields" big and small...all over the country, as opposed to one central location.
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