Martin

I’d like to introduce to you: Martin. He’s a rather unwelcome travel companion. For the last couple of days he’s been constantly harassing us, almost never letting us have a moment to ourselves. He has a knack for terrible timing; showing up when you least need him. He gets into your clothes and ruins views by totally blocking them. He makes it impossible to see when you are on a motorbike trying to venture out into the surrounding beauty of Cambodia; our new country. He’s a menace to my tan; which is slowly fading away.

He is also a grim companion when visiting Tuol Sleng prison, the torture HQ of the Khmer Rouge. Strangely though, he was nowhere in sight when we set foot on the Killings Fields near Phnom Penh. Maybe the terror that still lingered there was already enough.

It could be you’ve heard of Martin before, he’s even killed some people in South Korea, or so I’ve heard. He’s the dark cloud above our heads, that obstructs sunlight and pours out buckets of water instead. He’s a fucking tropical storm. Damn you Martin!

When it rains you just go waterfall spotting. You're wet anyway.

As you can see, in some parts of Cambodia they are big on recycling...

And when it rains, you don't mind if you need to cross a lake walking...

Ah, that's it: the flooding got too much... (JK, it's a waterfall... again)

You got to love Cambodia though, most beautiful country so far!

Back in Phnom Penh, it stayed dry just long enough for me to harass some birds.

A close-up from the more than 8000 skulls excravated at the Killing Fields near Phnom Penh. Though more than half of the lost souls of this particular Killing Field still lie burried beneath the soil.

A former school: Tuol Sleng. The main prison of the Khmer Rouge. Only 7 got out alive at the end.