They had stayed at the Cloud Nine guesthouse, a popular but remote joint on the lake. We Cambodians do not fight. We either let it go or we kill. Patrick and I rented motorbikes for the day. A group of perhaps fifteen raggedy kids surrounded us when we arrived, amazed at our bikes.
Most tourists come in a bus or on a moped with a driver, it appears.
So Patrick grabbed two surprised boys, placed them on the back of his bike, and did a loop of a rice paddie's mud path. Just as several people had warned us, there was little to see inside. A large sign devoted several paragraphs to denouncing the Khmer Rouge crimes, claiming they were worse than the Nazis'. A young German couple next to the sign were kissing and playing with eachother's faces, to nobody's approval. Apparently each pit could hold 170 people.