Less than thirty years after the worst genocide in history, I am standing, walking and living where it took place. It seemed almost too ironic for you to walk down the street and be hassled by motorbike and tuk-tuk drivers who obviously lived through the Khmer Rouge, that want to take you to the killing fields. It doesn't seem quite right.

It's 6:30 am. I am supposed to catch a bus at 7:00 to go to Siem Reap, the first stop for many in Cambodia and the home of the famed Angkor Wat. I haven't slept a wink, and of course had a few beers while playing pool and hanging out all night. The bus from Bangkok to the border was no problem. I don't remember it. We get to the border, all they say is that were transferring to the mini bus, if I was awake I would of know I was going through the border, but I didn't. Standing in ridiculously long lines, with my pack on in mid day heat, I got detained by the thai customs for overstaying my visa by 2 days(yes I did that on purpose, there was a band playing I wanted to see) I had to wait about 20 or 30 minutes and pay 400 baht($10) When I got out, I walked down and through more lines and HEAT, I got my Cambodian stamp and had no clue where my bus group was. At the border in Poi Pet there are about 2000 beggars and about 10,000 motor bike drivers and taxis. I wish I had a picture of this, I must of been standing in the middle of about 300 bikes all hassling me trying to get me to go with them where I want to go, looking around aimlessly and half asleep, trying to find my group. I start to walk. Once I find the group, we wait about 3 hours and finally the bus leaves. They say about three hours to get there (150km away). Sounds great, but the dirt road we're driving on is so bad I could walk faster than the bus could drive most of the time. About 9 1/2 hours later we arrive, headed directly to a guest house of there choice in hopes we'll sleep there. Half the bus was pissed off and rude, and stormed off to walk for half an hour to try and find a guest house at 11:30 at night. I stayed. For $4 a night I had a big room, big bed, my own bathroom, and a TV! This is also where I met the 2 French Canadian girls and the 2 English girls I traveled with to Phnom Penh.

I saw Angkor Wat. The first temples were amazing, the twentieth temple looked the same. I also spent more money seeing Angkor Wat than I have on hotels in more than a month. I hate sight seeing. I agreed to pay my motor bike driver more than the normal amount cause he was nice, and the same guy that was on the bus and had to deal with all those assholes. By the second day all he did was ask for more money, more money, more money. I told him to fuck off (nicely of course) and decided to go the third day out to the countryside to see Bantae Srie. My motor bike driver finally came back and offered to take me out there for free, but I wasn't havin it, I mean shit, I'm now going in a Tuk-Tuk with two other girls. Screw my motorbike driver. The Tuk-Tuk ride with these girls was amazing. The best time I had in Siem Reap. I'm done with Angkor Wat, I'm done with Siem Reap, it's time to leave.

The bus to Phnom Penh was fine. The seats were still built for Khmer people but I fit. There was actually a road for him to drive on. After getting to Phnom Penh one of the English girls realized her camera and phone had been stolen on the bus. Everybody checked there bags. My friend from Canada had lost her credit card. It turns out my friend lost her credit card a week before in Bangkok, and some idiot ran up about $3000 dollars on it before the credit card company put a hold on it. My other friend never saw her camera or phone again. The Canadian's were on a schedule, GoGoGO. They went on to the beach. I stayed. The English girls were leaving the next day, so we went out to have some food and a drink at this Indian place down the road. By the end of the night I had been offered a party to be thrown there tomorrow with me beat-boxing. What the hell, why not play a party in a little restaraunt in Cambodia. The party fell on the same day as Lussevaka, a Swedish festival to honor St. Lucia, but the Lussevaka is the night before where they don't go to sleep and party all night. Some people make a special effort at Angkor Wat to see the sun rise. I've seen plenty. I'm not sure how long I've been in Phnom Penh, I don't know how long I will be here. Probably till the end of the week. All I know right now is my head hurts and this tee I'm drinking is great.

Beware of the land mines. Although they have picked a lot of them up, I believe this country is one big land mine. If you step in the wrong place, you might not want to leave.