Sticky in Chennai

Arrived in Cambodia yesterday morning at Phnom Penh International airport.  It seemed to only have 6 gates and there was no other plane other than the one I arrived on.  I am excited to be here.  Strangely, the song "Holiday in Cambodia" by the Dead Kennedys, a punk rock band when I was growing up, is playing through my head, popping in at random.  If you know the song, it is not a pleasant song to have re-played over and over in one's head or in reality - even though I owned the 45 single - Yes I am old enough to have enjoyed vinyl.

I hope to post about Cambodia soon but right now I am unable to.  The internet connection is not solid and I wonder if uploading photos will be at all possible at the speed of the connection as well. 

What I can say now is that this is a place to visit and visit soon.  There is tourism development in progress for those who like to visit places before they become copies of other tourist destinations.  However, more importantly, visiting the country to learn about the genocide experience is what is unique to this place.  Very few places are open ( I don't know how open as I am no history expert on this subject. ) about their histories and then additionally create museums to publicize them for tourism, and foreign tourism at that.  Visiting these places is moving, shocking and sickening but alas, this is who we are.  We are human animals capable of atrocious acts on massive scale over long stretches of time - that is unless there is some intervention.

The people here are gentle and kind.  Makes one wonder how, why and where the evil side comes from within all of us.