Like clockwork, an incessant flow of gossip from the East, but this week’s snippet from Hen may come as a bit of a surprise.....whilst she is not yet demonstrating any substantial improvement in her use of punctuation, I am at least beginning to feel this GAP year malarkey could be of some use. It seems it is not just about floating down the Mekong perched on the inner tube of a lorry tyre drinking Laotian cocktails.
*** Postcard from Cambodia
ive seen some pretty horrible things these last couple of days, when we were in sihanoukville there were all these little beach girls selling bracelets and stuff on the beach they cant have been older than eleven anyway, on the last night of new year they all came out and were wearing practically nothing and dancing with all the prostitutes and the people at the bar had apparently given them drinks and so they were all absolutely smashed, so i was trying to look after this one girl who was escpecially bad and sephy was looking after another, and apparently sephy said to her little girl when they walked past a fat western man who was with a cambodian prostitute, \dont you ever go home with a man like that its disgusting/ and the girl she said it to was just like /why? its what we do/ it was just awful.... after they had gone i went and yelled at the bar for selling drinks to underage girls.
the next two things were on the way to pnhom penh we passed a terrible motorbike accident which looked pretty fatal, and then today we went to the killing fields and S-21 which has been one of the most horrific experiences of my entire life, i have never seen anything so awful, on the floor on some of the cells was blood, and there were rows and rows of photographs of the people who were kept there, and because i am into my photography i cant help looking intently at pictures and the peoples eyes in the photos made me nearly burst into tears, you can see the panic, the despair, the fear that they have no idea what they have done, what is going to happen to them and it is all just falling out of their eyes.. it was truly the most horrific place i have ever been to. there were children kept there younger than lottie, they would kill babies by smashing their heads against trees.
i felt sick and very very close to tears.
very depressing!
But as one person grows up, is there any hope for her father? This arrived yesterday from my wife.......do any of you get treated like this??
I think we should fix a date for me to come to London and help you buy some new clothes. Your chinos are all frayed at the bottom, and really not smart enough to wear to work any more. You need a couple of new suits and a new dinner jacket (Simpsons?) Thursdays are good for me, or Tuesdays, let me know, LOL xxx
If you sense I am feeling overly aware of the aging process this week it may be because of an unfortunate incident at Liverpool Street station last night when I was challenged by a ticket inspector who suspected me of using someone else’s railcard pass ( see attached photo ). Idiot. What a blinking cheek eh???
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