Last Day in PN. My new abbreviation for [Phnom Penh]

Thursday, February 28. Warm of course.

[There are internet issues, this blog may appear twice, in different formats.]

This is not a complaint but just a statement of fact: Why the heck does this boat park in PN for three nights? It is just an ABC: [Another Big City.]  This is my personal opinion, not being a City Person. It could be Hong Kong, Shanghai or even Toronto or Vancouver or Seattle.

I knew this when we booked the trip but assumed that they would have some interesting sights to see close by to here. Traffic is not what I came to see and there must be more in Cambodia that they can show visitors other than temples and trash. Oh, that was cruel wasn't it!

The ship itself however, is very nice, it has that warm wood feel of a classic Asian River Boat, sparkling, clean. The serving staff are warm and friendly speaking very good English. Sailors don't speak a word of English. We had to have somebody come and open our safe the other day: it just stopped working for us. A young lad soon was there and had it opened in jig time, I asked what happened: nothing, blank! I could have been talking to a brick. Just a comment.

Most of the passengers are well travelled people, a mix of Americans, Canadians and Brits, in descending order of quantity. [Est. 55%, 35% -10%.] ???

Today we  opted out of the very unique Cambodian Experience, 'The Killing Fields' I will not comment on that as it is rightfully of interest to those who can stomach stuff like that or who never took the interest to be informed at the time it was happening or, who knows why, just missed it.

Forgive me if I seem to be critical of the Temple thing. We took a train across Russia just last fall, from Moscow to Beijing, passing through Siberia and Mongolia on the way. I was amazed at the amount of Temples we saw then. It seems to be some guides purpose on earth to show us as many Temples to people as possible. Certainly nothing wrong with Temples, but in moderation please.

We did venture ashore today, just to get out, to the Central Market. Within 5 minutes I was ready to come back to the ship but then discovered a whole different world on the outside streets around the market.

It was  the kind of place that I miss my good travelling friend Jim: Chicken, waiting patiently to have their head chopped off for someone wanting fresh chicken for dinner and fish of all description in large buckets, breathing their last breathes, plus all the mystery and bustle of a market.

There is something about the smell of meat markets around the world that has the same aroma and it sticks in your nostrils and memories flood back.

The dining area outside in the market was also interesting, it could have been any one of 50 countries as people chow down and eat the local food, we do it at home, with different foods though. We would not hesitate a minute to order food when out shopping, neither do the locals here.

I do question some sanitation issues though, particularly in the meat market regarding flies.

A relaxing day for us, we have been on the go for 11 days now, without a heck of a lot of quiet time. Today and tomorrow are R & R days for us, I hope!
The markets are always interesting to see as it gives a good idea of what the locals eat.

Fresh fruits and vegetables are a good indication of what is produced locally and what comes from afar.

Just a great photo...

Not sure where some of the shellfish comes from, river or ocean.

Fresh caught squid, waiting to be cooked.

Unknown fruits.

Dried fish products.

Giant prawns, not sure if dead or what.

Cones, once again, from where? Wish I could ask them.

I have no idea what these things are.

Chickens, alive for the next few hours.

The smell of fresh hanging meat smells the same the world over.

Lots of chickens necks were on this block today!

Pleasant change to Lotus blossoms.

Flower arrangements, made to order I can only assume or?

More.

And more.

And more.


Ice cold coconut drink, guaranteed safe by our cruise director!

More flowers.

This delightful young lady offers a cold glass of slightly flavoured water within seconds of being on board after a hand sanitize and cold cloth wipe down. Lovely!

A great selection of teas on board.





Pnomn Pehn Day II

Wednesday, February 27. Warmer still today.

A great sleep again. Up for coffee at six and on deck to watch and then participate in some early morning stretches, feels good on the old shoulder.

As usual, we have a pretty full day today, there never seems to be too much downtime, but, of course one does not have to participate in every activity. Sometimes there is a hint of guilt if you are not an active tourist all the time. Methinks those day may be fading for us: a little No. 1 time is always  good.

After breakfast we were on the buses and headed out into the country about 30 miles to a very modern and newly built Buddhist temple and  complex. The area is where the capital of Cambodia was moved to, for the fourth time, between 1432 and 1800 something. Invaders, drought, floods and moving for defensive reasons every time. Phnom Penh is the fifth and latest capital. [Will it be the last?]

The above is to the best of my ability to gather this information from our guides on the bus as we travel about.


We went into the very impressive building and we all had a 'Blessing Ceremony' by two monks as all 110 of us sat on the carpet, shoeless, listening to the chant and then were showered with lotus flowers, or something!

Next stop was to an area out in the country where we experienced an Ox ride Cart experience. I would not say it was something you have to do once in your life but, we did it. Tick that off. It was good to see all us older folk struggling to get on the cart and then trying to be comfortable for the 25 minute experience. Forget about trying to look Cool!

Back to our floating Palace that is beginning to feel too much like home, to a squirt of hand sanitizer, a very cool moist towel and a small chilled refreshing drink from the staff, all with 30 seconds! Well done. Next stop the cabin for a shower and a cool drink and have lunch.

Around 3:30 we were back on the dock for the short walk to a fleet of Tuk-Tuks waiting to take us in groups of four for a 45 minute tour of this fascinating city. It exceeded my expectations by far as clean, neat, orderly, [if you disregard the masses of slow moving luxury cars and scooters.]

The town reeks of money, much more so that we have seen so far this trip. It has risen from the disaster days of Pol Pot, ending only in the late 90s! It appears to be a miracle of economic growth.

Back to the ship for the same welcome treatment by the happy staff who appreciate it when we are off the ship I am sure. We then got ready to see the Children's Show before dinner... Another busy day!


ABT. [Another Beautiful Temple.] The best so far!

Fellette on the steps to the entrance to the temple and Blessing this morning.

Inside, the Buddha even has neon lights...

Absolutely gorgeous, and clean in there.

Outside by The Lady in the lake. Sorry not familiar with the legend.

Friend Brahma as we sat in the ox carts awaiting 'Wagons Ho!'

On the road again.

From the bus: these small scooter driven vehicles travel with everything you can think of in them.



On The River II...

Still Tuesday, February 26. Still warm.

This is written after the ship moved down river and we had lunch, on the Sun Deck. Time now around 5:30 this afternoon.

Well, we are still seeing more than our share of Buddhist stuff, of course what would we expect?

We moored again at some river bank and walked up the steep bank, being assisted by the helping young hands of Vietnamese and Cambodian youths. Next stop the motor-driven Tuk-Tuks that seat four. By now we seem to have formed informal groups of like-minded folk and we sat with two Canadians, one with deep Italian Roots and his younger wife who is  of recent Russian origin. Good company.

First stop was a sort of Buddhist park where we then went for a lesson on silk worm culture and seeing several looms operated by young women and mothers. Next stop was the inevitable shop that offers wonderful silk scarfs and the like of unbelievable variety for unbelievably low prices. Fellette bought one that will do for general purposes. 

A short Tuk-Tuk ride and we were at an elementary school that houses 250 kids and is partially supported by Ama Waterways and it's guests, like people like us. Good for the soul and helps us feel a little less guilty traipsing around with a camera in a River Boat in air-conditioned comfort sucking on a cool drink while floating on a river that would kill us if we had a mouthful, but they swim in it. [And wash their clothes in it, clean their animals in it and Lord knows what else.] 

I commend Ama Waterways for supporting such a worthwhile cause in this country. Education is the way out of poverty. It will be a long and hard struggle, particularly for girls and women as this world is truly a Man's World.

We sail momentarily for Phnom Penh, the capital of Cambodia, which at one time in the 70's had the same ring of absolute evil as Hanoi did. There, believe it or not, we spend three nights.

** . ** . **

A few comments if I may: It may be me, and I may have an issue with forgiveness, but everywhere we go in both Vietnam and Cambodia I am not sure sure that I really have developed complete trust in the people. There has been so much misery and war between these two countries, and in every place we go, it brings back TV News Hour programmes, newspaper articles, movie and TV programmes about the horror that took place in this part of the world.

In the next day or so one of the optional free shore excursions is to 'The killing Fields' and the school-turned prison where around 3,000,000 of the 8,000,000 population were brutally exterminated by Pol Pot and his evil lot. Not all were killed there, but it remains the centre of evil for those terrible years. We opted out of that excursion. 

I/we have seen enough battlefields, war cemeteries, concentration camps in our travels so I do not need to be reminded of the possibility of evil that lurks just under the skin of mankind. How would I feel if one of my kin had lost his life in some futile battle here and now it was a tourist attraction. Not sure on that, but there are people on this boat in that situation I imagine.

Lastly, Litter and Garbage: My gosh, what a job to change the mind-set of billions of people in developing countries around the world who seem to have no sense of the mess this world is in because of pollution and wanton disregard for the water and land we live in/on. Cambodia is an interesting country, but my eyes are blinded by the litter and garbage that abounds here.

End of Rant!


On deck for a light lunch.

Watching the countryside go by in the comfort of our boat.

The view for us. Happy no doubt ashore with expectations of what...

Family unit, not fishing for leisure, but for food!

Tying up on a couple of stout trees.

Silk Island.

Silkworm caterpillars.

Ready to be boiled and unwound.

Unbelievably beautiful product made with an unimaginable amount of labour.

Tuk-Tuk driver and her baby. Most people seem to be quite happy.

Primary school visit today, to sort of 'ground' us methinks.

One-on-one passenger to student time today.

'My' student, age 11.

Farmer and oxen cooling off at the end of the day, 
right at the end of our ship.

Two terrible night shots of the view sailing into Phnom Penh. It sure looks and sounded like a 'Happening Place'. It is almost like Hong Kong on a night arrival.

Many of the passengers went ashore as soon as the boat arrived for a night out.





On the River...

Tuesday, February 26. Warm, some breeze.

This may be a Two-Blog Day, depends upon the afternoon tour and the Internet reception.

Great sleep, up at 6:00 and down to lounge for two coffee and then soon enough, fruit for breakfast. Then, as boat had pulled in beside the bank we hiked up and had  tour of a Buddhist community, then into a village that had escaped the Khmer Rouge burning in the '70's. 

I am a bit confused but believe the village and houses we visited are on the upper end of housing in Cambodia. On the bus ride here we certainly saw some poorer houses then the ones visited today.

This was written at 11:00 am after coming back on board after our walk about...

At The Captain's Dinner last night, we met our Captain. Vietnamese: looks like right out of 'Terry and The Pirates', a comic book hero about 1949 about pirates in the South China Sea. Plus our trip-long guide, Tung.

The corridor on our deck, polished hardwood.

Up the bank of the river at 8:30 for a 1 1/2 hour walk around the temple area and a village.

Drying corn, for use or sale.

Gramma stays and looks after grand kids while the younger people work in the fields or do other farm work. These are farmers.

Very young baby, mittens on to prevent scratching.

Same Mom, on the way out.

Another happy gramma.

Peanuts stashed for animal feed, usually a Brahma cow.

Stashed away, a lovely ox-cart.

That lady is 84. This area was not over-run by the Khmer Rouge in the 70's.

Part of our little group hovering under a home.

Family unit, husking the dried corn. They will all live in one house. 
Three generations.

Often the farm kids have a few years at monk-hood, to get an education and take a burden off the family.

Fellette was born in the Year of The Snake.

Back down to the ship, the steps were carved into the river bank.

Winnipeg girl and Fellette after getting back from the morning walk.