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With only 4 days left, our trip was winding down, wanting to make the most of our precious time in Cambodia and trying to see as much as we could. The last leg of our trip took us to Sihanoukville for some beach time, Phnom Penh for some urban life, and finally one last wild night out with the boys in Saigon before heading back to Japan.

Wish I Could Go Back to the Dolphin Shack

Casey Lary
2007-04-27 21:24:40

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it was all ground with large holes where bodies were once buried. It wasn't so much looking at the Killing Fields, but knowing what took place there and what used to be thre. Upon returning to Japan I watched the movie 'The Killing Fields,' which just makes your stomach curdle knowing what the Cambodians went through during the Khmer Rouge. Between the concentrations camps of Germany and the Killing Fields/S-21 of Cambodia, I am disgusted that humans can be so cruel to each other.

To end the day we headed back to the Russian Market for some more retail therapy, realizing we did not buy enough the first time around. On our way out to the airport we saw a moto with a world-record of five people on it! After a long day on the tuk-tuk coupled with our lengthy journey to the airport, Jeff and I were covered in a film of dust and smog - we were gross! We randomly met up with Tiffany and Dave in the airport. While going through customs the officers stopped Jeff, claiming that it was not him in his passport photo. If we were in any other country I would have felt a little safer. But, we were in Cambodia. For a brief second I
thought Jeff was going to be sent to a Cambodian prison and I would never see him again. Thankfully, they let him through with a warning and recommended to change his photo (fear of leaving Jeff behind #2). I don't know what they were talking about - it was clearly Jeff!

A quick hour flight later and we found ourselves in Saigon one last time. I was dropped off to pick up my suits. I had left them over 10 days ago saying when I would pick them up, hoping that it would all work out. I wasn't sure how much of my Englis they really understood. When I walked up they immediately remembered me and pulled down the suits. Problem #1: They got the patterns mixed up for the pants and the skirt! But I didn't have the heart or time to tell them that. They still looked good. Problem #2: I didn't like the 3-button jacket ...