O CambodiaGetting to Cambodia itself was quite an experience:
- We leave the afternoon of June 9.
- 30 + hours of transit (on bus). This was only one way.
- 1 Lord of the Rings, extended edition marathon (what else were we to do on such a long bus ride? Rhetorical question)
- Missing my sister the day I was supposed to see her. This caused a lot of stress and sadness, but I didn't lose all hope.
- We arrive in Phnom Penh the night of the 10. We have KFC for dinner, and we pay in dollars.
- The next morning is jam-packed with Phnom Penh experiences. I will try to express everything I can, but it's hard.
Phnom Penh Morning: Tuol Sleng and the Killing Fields
As many of you know, between 1975-1979 Cambodia was ruled by the Khmer Rouge, an extreme Cambodian agrarian socialist movement that resulted in the death of over 2 million Cambodians through starvation, forced labor, and political executions. The regime's impact is still seen in Cambodia today. We visited two sites that have been preserved so the world can remember the genocide that occurred a little over 30 years ago.
Tuol Sleng (or S-21) is a former high school that was converted into a prison camp. Over 12,000 innocent individuals were held and tortured here during the Khmer Rouge. It's hard to describe what I felt as I walked through the prison. It reminded me a lot of Dachau, the concentration camp I visited in Germany. It was oppressive, heavy, and overwhelming. I cannot understand how individuals can hate so much, can hate even their brother and neighbor. I cannot understand and a part of me doesn't really want to. Why understand hate when the world has yet to grasp understanding and love? Why study hate when we haven't accepted the moral obligation to never let these things occur?


We also visited one of the Killing Fields, where the prisoners of Tuol Sleng were executed. Mass graves were discovered here, and each year the rains expose more bone and clothing of victims that come out of the ground. It was pretty jarring to witness, but for some reason, this place had a more peaceful, hallowed feel. Perhaps it was the surrounding nature, or because the victims finally escaped the suffering, but there was a liberating feel in this memorial and graveyard for the sufferers.




Lunch with My Sister Harlan :)
That's right! After an incredibly sobering morning, I got to spend one blissful hour with my sister and her companion, Sister Vo. It was wonderful. Sister Harlan is brown, skinny, and full of the Spirit. She's doing great. We talked about everything from my boy to her investigators, and everything in between. She sent her love to everyone, tells her sisters she loves them so much, asks how Rachel is doing, and tells everyone hello and that she loves them.
This was the highlight of the trip. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to dine with my missionary sister in Cambodia.
Phnom Penh ending
I was joyous the rest of the day, as we saw
- Wat Phnom
- The Royal Palace
- And a barbecue and dance party afloat a boat on the Mekong. I love you, Phnom Penh!