Trigger warning: This post contains descriptions of child sex trafficking in Cambodia, animal abuse, and genocide.
Cambodia still haunts me, and my feelings toward it are convoluted. I find that I want to cradle it in my arms, as if holding an injured thing. I feel great compassion towards its people, as well as love and sadness. But Cambodia is strong and has proven resilient in many ways. It has definitely left its mark on me.
Our first stop was Siem Reap. The dusty, busy city was still very much alive when we arrived that evening. The setting sun was full and warm, suspended low in the hazy sky. Our tuk-tuk pulled up in front of our hotel and we spilled out of it, trudged to our room, and dropped our packs. As I plopped down on the bed I looked up at the green painted wall, the plaster crumbling in places, and was met with a stark white sheet of printer paper titled, “Our Hotel Rule.” Among the list of rules was one that felt as though it sucker punched me right in the gut. “No Child Abuse In Room.”
Later that afternoon, a male traveler told us that during his ride from the airport his tuk-tuk driver offered to take him to pick up a child of his choosing. “You have a good time,” the driver coaxed, even after he had declined the offer a total of three times during the ten-minute ride.
It’s not uncommon to see little girls in heels on the street. In many windows there are posters of small dirty faces with tear-filled eyes and heartbreaking pleas. One such poster read, “Please Help Me” followed by, “Volunteers Needed.” Sex trafficking is a horrendous problem in countries like Cambodia, and the outcry has remained heavy on my heart.
Siem Reap, home to Angkor Wat, was also one of the filming locations for Angelina Jolie’s Tomb Raider. I’ve written a previous post about Angkor Wat specifically. You can check out some photos and read about my experience at The Temple City here. Due to the rising tourism, Siem Reap is probably one of the safest cities in Cambodia. Despite your occasional scam or pickpocket, there doesn’t seem to be much crime. The people are kind, prices are fair, the landscapes are often beautiful, and to be submersed in its culture was eye opening. After just a few short days, we headed south to Cambodia’s capital.
After a six hour bus ride we arrived in Phnom Penh’s city center. As with most SE Asia cities the traffic was heavy, the sounds were abundant, and the food was plentiful. We decided to stop and grab a bite, and try the local beer, Angkor. As for the orange in my Cambodia glass… well… that’s just Orange Fanta. I was having a serious craving!
As we sat outside doing some people watching and soaking up our surroundings, I quickly found out that dog meat is just as common as a cheeseburger. Not only can you find it on many menus, you’ll also see sizable (40lbs or bigger) dog carcasses on skewers or rotisseries out front of street café and restaurants. All the while, adult dogs bark out back, chained to metal posts in the ground, and puppies play in cages. This is just part of every day life in Cambodia.
The outdoor fresh market is several blocks long and equally as wide. And wow, was that an experience in itself! I watched a woman sit and pick at her toenails while a mixture of animal blood and dirty water ran down a gutter beside her. When a customer approached and asked for some fish, the woman hurriedly grabbed a few bare-handed, and wrapped them in brown paper. Chickens with broken feet lay nearby, unable to do much, and are then slaughtered on the spot when purchased. The fresh market is the most “fresh” I’ve encountered, and one quick trip through was truly all my stomach could handle. It’s important to keep in mind that this is all very culturally acceptable and considered the “norm.” Other parts of the market were more enjoyable for me personally, the fresh and dried fruits, the nuts, the vegetables, the goods, textiles, and toys. If you need something, the odds are quite high that you’ll find it here.
After several hours exploring the city, we arrived back at our hostel where the girl at the front desk told us they were showing David Puttnam’s film The Killing Fields every night at 8 o’clock. A 1984 movie depicting the ruthlessness of the Khmer Rouge regime from the viewpoint of two journalists. The drama is over two hours long and provided an education I hadn’t yet had. I thought it might prepare me for the following day when we were to visit The Killing Fields, but now I know that nothing could have possibly prepared me for what I was going to see.
A Brief History
The Khmer Rouge was led by Pol Pot, a name I literally had only heard while jamming out to The Dead Kennedy’s “Holiday in Cambodia” on Guitar Hero years before. I had no idea what that song was about, and when I listen to it now, it means something entirely different. It’s dark and horrific, and I’m including it here, but please know if you choose to watch it that it includes some graphic footage of The Khmer Rouge.
The Khmer Rouge reigned from 1975-1979, just 40 years ago. The goal was to turn the country into a socialist agrarian republic, founded on the policies of Maoism, a kind of Marxism. Pol Pot established the state of Democratic Kampuchea and aimed to establish a classless communist state based on a rural agrarian economy, embracing the total rejection of both capitalism and the free market. Whether brutally murdered, overworked, starved, or malnourished, under his leadership it is estimated that 2 – 2.5 million Cambodians were killed. With the population being roughly 8 million, one out of every three to four Cambodians lost their lives. Meanwhile, the rest of the world knew nothing.
The Killing Fields
The next morning we hailed a Tuk-Tuk and traveled roughly ten miles (16 km) south of Phnom Penh to Choeung Ek, the location of several of The Killing Fields. Having been to Auschwitz and Birkenau (which you can read about here), I can say with certainty that The Killing Fields and Tuol Sleng come in close second for most somber, heart-wrenching and melancholy sites to see.
Once equipped with your audio guide and map, you’ll listen to the narrator explain the significance of certain areas, specific events that took place, as well as hear people tell their own stories and give their personal accounts. There are parts of the grounds that are roped off due to erosion where fragments of bones, teeth, and clothing can still be seen after heavy rainfalls. And if you see any of these, you’re encouraged to tell a guide or grounds employee.
Probably the most easily remembered landmark is The Killing Tree, where soldiers in the Khmer Rouge would hold babies and small children by their legs and beat them against the tree trunk until death.
The Khmer Rouge regime arrested and eventually executed almost everyone suspected of connections with both the former and also foreign governments, as well as professionals and intellectuals. As a result, Pol Pot has been described as “a genocidal tyrant.”
At the center of the grounds you’ll find The Choeung Ek Memorial, a Buddhist commemorative stupa which stands 203 feet (63 meters) high. It is filled from top to bottom with skulls, and its glass sides allow visitors to witness the sheer number of them. Upon closer speculation of the skulls, one can see the trauma inflicted prior to execution. It is a quiet, respectful place and shoes are to be taken off when entering.
Some Useful Facts
The entrance fee is a mere $6 USD (approx 24,400 CR) and you are provided an audio guide. Entrance fee’s for S-21/Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum are $5 USD without an audio guide and $8 USD with one. I highly recommend coughing up the few extra bucks for the audio guide. Expect to pay somewhere around the ballpark of $12 USD for a one way tuk-tuk trip from pretty much anywhere around the city center to The Killing Fields. Keep in mind, however, that you’ll probably also want to see Tuol Sleng, and if you factor in this extra stop for your driver and pay accordingly, they will shuttle you where you need to go throughout your day and for the duration of your trip. Expect to spend a few hours at both The Killing Fields and Tuol Sleng. A fair price would be around $20 USD, if this is a bit steep for your budget try sharing the tuk-tuk with a fellow traveler and split the fee down the middle. You can also haggle at this point, but do keep in mind that your driver will do quite a bit of waiting around for you during the heat of the day.
About 9 miles from The Killing Fields you’ll find the S-21 Museum, otherwise known as Tuol Sleng. This is a complex of five different buildings and was formerly known as the Chao Ponhea Yat High School. It was quickly converted into a prison (Security Prison 21) by the Khmer Rouge, serving as a detention, interrogation, and torture center for the full four years it was in operation. It is estimated that 20,000 people were imprisoned here during 1975-1979, which is a conservative number. It is also on record as just 1 of at least 150 torture and execution centers established by the Khmer Rouge during those years.
The day I visited, I was able to meet a Cambodian survivor who lived through the Khmer Rouge and Pol Pot’s genocide. He had written a book telling of the account and was there doing a signing. I stood among others as he shared his truth and spread awareness. It was very moving and quite the gift.
As I walked through the complex, leaving one building and entering the next, one room will forever remain in my memory. A room full of faces. Hundreds of them. Thousands of them. Men, women, and children. Mothers and fathers. Brothers and sisters. Teachers, doctors, mechanics and the like. Just your average every day person who was forced to endure the atrocities of the Khmer Rouge.
And then I saw a photo, a hand was roughly holding a boys arm. His clothes were disheveled. His mouth was set. But his eyes are what caught mine. The stillness of his eyes. They burned into me and I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to. I was paralyzed in a moment where the only thing I could possibly do was offer recognition. To say, “I see what happened to you. I know now. And you won’t go unremembered. This will not be forgotten. You will not be forgotten. I see you.”
This boy with no name. Number 3. I want the world to see him. I want the world to know.
We were dirty when we arrived. Our packs weighed us down as we stepped off the bus onto the dirt road, but the breeze coming off the ocean lifted our spirits. The trees swayed with calm reserve and the waves softly crashed against the sand. The seasoned smell of grilled food drifted from the seaside huts. I exhaled just as deeply as I had inhaled, and the effects of such a heavy week seemed to lighten.
My heart was burdened with such horrendous stories of fear, torture, and death. But it wasn’t only the past that was making me feel sticky and dismal, it was also the present state of things. Human trafficking of the innocent, of the helpless, of children. It was the knowing. It reached so far down into the depths of me, I didn’t know how I would ever dislodge it. It stuck to me like a wet filthy rag, leaving a residue which seemed so permanent, no matter how hard I tried to shake it.
I stood on the beaches of Sihanoukville overlooking the Gulf of Thailand. I felt the sand between my toes, listened to the seabirds chatting and tried to drink in every beautiful color the sunset had streaked across the sky. I was moved and I was grateful, I was heartbroken and I was full. So full of appreciation for this life. And so determined to live it.