Out of all the countries I visited in Southeast Asia, the people of Cambodia stand out the most. It is crazy it wasn’t so long ago that these people survived a massive genocide. It seemed as if everyone had a story about how it affected them. A brother lost, children kidnapped, parents tortured, teachers taken away, etc. I remember, one day when I was by myself, a taxi driver was telling me a story, about losing his entire family, that had me in riding in stunned silence.
There is an agreement that they are not to disturb the remains still present in the field. Commonly, bones and clothing surface after heavy rainfalls due to the extremely large number of bodies still buried in the area. It is not uncommon to run across the bones or teeth of the victims scattered on the surface as you tour the memorial park. I really have no words can describe the feeling you get when you are walking on grounds and remnants of one of the worst human tragedies of the last century.
I strongly recommend people watch [The Killing Fields], a heartbreakingly beautiful movie about Cambodia during the Khmer Rouge.
