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Cambodia, place to leave your heart
Mon, 19 Feb 2001 05:00:11 -0000 |
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Vietnam The ride south from Hue was memorable for its atrocious roads and a night spent with quarry workers sampling their Vietnamese vodka, a legacy from the spread of Communism from the north? Two mountain ranges stretched to the sea across my path where at the bases hoses had been attached to natural springs shooting torrents into the air that I used as a jet-wash for mud-caked bike. The south side of each range was noticeably warmer. The ancient port of Hoi An in places looks like it did 300 years ago, and Dalat in the mountains comes to life in the evenings as one big busy multi-coloured market. Ho Chi Minh City (Saigon) is Vietnam's main population centre where I spent a few days. The War Remnants Museum (formerly the American Warcrimes Exhibition) was a real insight to the ghastly war in Indochina. Scarred victims of napalm bombing and cripples were common sights. The big moto market was like a permanent autojumble where I had gone to track down unsuccessfully some cush drive rubbers. Wishing I could have stayed longer I rode to the Cambodian border with my new $30 visa. No surprise registered on the faces of the customs officials on presentation of my carnet for exiting this country where my bike is normally banned. But on the Cambodian side a German couple in their car was turned away saying the Vietnamese customs didn't know what a carnet was! It's a stupid policy because overland visitors to Vietnam would be good ambassadors for the country if my experience is anything to go by. Time and again I felt lifted by their obvious spirit and kindness as I rode off after a meal or gassing up or whatever. |
[64kB 480x640]The Temples of Angkor, Cambodia. |
What a change. The immigration desks could have been market stalls. The bomb-cratered road (B52s I was told) had hardly been touched for 50 years. Now I know why I had to perform figure-of-eights and a slalom in my motorcycle training.
Up to this point I was feeling quite tired and was looking forward to hitting the beach for a week after a brief stop in Phnom Penh the nation's capitol. But that turned into a week. The smell of aid money hit me as soon as I entered the city. It's a big industry here with over reportedly 800 non-governmental organisations, agencies and so on.
[61kB 640x480]Temples of Angkor. |
In the same way that small bikes are a part of everyone's life here (being cheap and economical), they play a role in rebuilding the country and people. It should be of no surprise. Without bikes whole economies in SE Asia would comes to a standstill I'm sure. In the west there are more cars than bikes. But here the proportion is reversed, and to see the problems created by the presence of just one four wheeler makes me think of gridlocked western cities. How miserable.
It is a shame that the European Parliament did not consider the effects of its recent unrealistic proposals on motorcycle emissions on poor regions of the world. Europe is not an island, bike standards are global now. Fat-waged Eurocrats can easily afford $200 for a cat, what are people to do where this represents the yearly wage? Can the EP really be that short-sighted?
[43kB 640x480]Toul Sleng torture centre of the Khmer Rouge, Phnom Penh. |
[58kB 480x640]Temples of Angkor. |
Prime Minister Hun Sen this week threatened to throw NGO World Witness out of the country because it make public information about illegal logging. I wonder who is on that particular payroll.
Several times I got the feeling that Cambodians are still traumatised. I was following the Cambodian rules of the road and found myself stationary in oncoming bike traffic. This one geezer wasn't looking where he was going and bent his forks and other bits on my highway peg. Oh no not again. About a hundred gathered around (all youngsters, there are no old people here, they were all exterminated). He was getting quite hysterical and demanded $50. We settled on $25 in the end. But the atmosphere was charged and a pretty student interpreting for me pleaded 'please make this problem go away'.
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[50kB 640x480]Free feed by Foreign Correspondents Club in Phnom Penh with Canadian. What a change to be able to invite a pretty girl out to a posh dinner. Plus it sure beats tinned sardines. Note clean-shaven face! |
Bike - New cush drive rubbers were fitted in Ho Chi Minh City, and I've jacked the bike into the up position to handle the road to Angkor Wat, one of the wonders of this world. Tourists normally go by boat because in some places it is still bombed out.
Communications - since various agreements are not in place I am still on email.
There have been some relaxing moments here, but I still feel pretty worn out. Oh well, time to hit the road though.
Take care
Simon
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