Whenever you see three Cambodians, remember
the fourth one who was killed by the Khmer Rouge.” A friend shared this
sobering thought on the eve of a special adventure I was about to embark
on: a bicycling trip from Bangkok to Angkor Wat in Cambodia. While
this undercurrent of sadness was a part of the trip, my adventure was
also filled with unexpected challenges, friendly people, and awe at
seeing the magnificent ruins at Angkor.After spending our first
day (March 14) cycling in Thailand, we reached the Cambodian border at
Prum at noon of the second day. We bicycled onward 17 km to Pailin and
stopped there for the night. Pailin is famous for two things: sapphire
mines nearby and several retired Khmer Rouge officials. Luckily I did
not run into the latter while exploring the town in the afternoon. The
streets of Pailin were torn up for installing sewage pipes and it was
dusty and hot. Many more children than I had seen in Thailand played in
the streets. The market reminded me of the bazaars of the smaller towns
of Bangladesh, with the vendors waiting with their offerings while their
children entertained.
The next day was our most difficult: 92km from Pailin to Battambang, the second largest town of Cambodia. Expecting another hot day (mid-30s) we started bicycling at 7am. Having braved Dhaka's traffic and shattered roads for many years, riding through Pailin's potholes was easy for me. But just outside the town I ran into trouble. That's because we started climbing the foothills of the Cardamom Mountains.
The next day was our most difficult: 92km from Pailin to Battambang, the second largest town of Cambodia. Expecting another hot day (mid-30s) we started bicycling at 7am. Having braved Dhaka's traffic and shattered roads for many years, riding through Pailin's potholes was easy for me. But just outside the town I ran into trouble. That's because we started climbing the foothills of the Cardamom Mountains.
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