If you read my last post, I mentioned that we were in a remote village and food was limited. Well, I should have gone hungry. Food poisoning is awful. I still cannot even think about the food I ate without feeling sick and breaking out in a sweat.
I am so grateful to Allister for getting me to a hotel bed. In which, Patrick and I stayed for two days. When we did venture out it was still not pleasant.
I am going to be completely honest, Phnom Penh is not a city I would recommend to anyone. It is ugly, dirty, extremely busy and has open sewage drains running through the centre of it. If you are interested in Cambodian history then there are some heart wrenching museums and a bit of old architecture but a lot was destroyed by Pol Pot. We made it to the genocide museum and I glad we did. Everyone she see what can happen when the rich are getting richer and the poor are getting poorer and a mad man gains control of the country. It only took Pol Pot 4 years to murder 2 million of his own people. By the end anyone who owned a clock, wore glasses or had the wrong hair style was imprisoned and ultimately murdered.
We are now on a bus, (bike safely stashed below) on our way to Siem Reap. I am looking forwardto cycling through the ancient ruins. I have told the boys it is like an Indiana Jones movie. Hopefully it lives up to their expectations.