In Canada, where I live, gas usually comes out of a pump, so it was a breath of fresh air to see the gas in old soda bottles. What an interesting use of something usually just turfed. Feel free to visit all my posts from Cambodia
Batambang
An automotive shop in Batamban, Cambodia looks quite a bit different than the ones in North America. Wonderful to see life going by in a different word. Feel free to visit all my posts from Cambodia
Each and every day, in major centres across Cambodia, the buddhist monks travel from their monestary and beg for their daily meals. People will make extra food in order to give to the monks themselves. Feel free to visit all my posts from Cambodia
My family and I took a motorcycle tour through Batambang province and enjoyed the opportunity to get out into rural Cambodia and see how the people live. Every village we’d drive through, the kids would run after the motorcycles trying to say hello to us. Feel free to visit all my posts from Cambodia
In the city of Batambang, the capital of one of the most heavily mined regions of Cambodia, a statue commemorates those who were lost during both the Khmer Rouge and the Vietnamese occupation in a strange way. Based around an ancient Khmer statue seen on many of the temples, this statue was built using parts of guns, bullets and casings.
Throughout the 1970s, nearly 1.4 to 2.2 million people died at the hands of the communist Khmer Rouge regime. The regime, based on trying to rewind the clock back to year zero, targeted hundreds of thousands of people and forced children against their parents.
One of the most gripping and emotional movies, The Killing Fields, is still one of the best depictions of life under the Khmer Rouge. Still to this day, travelers pay their respects at the Tol Sleung genocide prison and the killing fields themselves.
Still to this day, rice is the staple grain of Cambodia and the rest of southeast Asia. All across Cambodia, one looks into the fields and comes to expect people wrapped up against the sun’s harsh glare havesting the rice paddies.
From our restaurant atop our hotel in Batambang, Cambodia, my family and I watched the sun go down. As the last rays peeked over the horizon, a hammock on another roof top was silhouetted in the low light.
