The Khmer Arts Academy at Prek Ho, half an hour outside of Phnem Penh. (Photo: Courtesy Of Khmer Dance Academy, Phnom Penh)
Khmer Arts Academy dancers pose after a performance. (Photo: Bradley Winterton)Cambodia's capital offers beauties and horrors in roughly equal measure
Wednesday, Jun 06, 2007
By Bradley Winterton
Contributing Reporter
Taipei Times (Taiwan)
When you travel from Vietnam into Cambodia, you cross one of Asia's most significant divides. Behind you lies the pan-Chinese world. Vietnam may today use the French-imposed Western alphabet but its culture essentially comes from China, and you see Chinese characters everywhere in Vietnamese temple inscriptions. Cambodia, by contrast, once lay under India's influence. Its script is Indian-derived (as is Thai's), and the Lunar New Year, universally observed in Vietnam as Tet, passes almost unnoticed in the Cambodian countryside. More importantly, Chinese-style industriousness, so evident in Ho Chi Minh City, appears remote indeed from the Cambodian national psyche.
Driving along the straight, tree-lined road from the Vietnamese border at Bavet towards Phnom Penh, the landscape is uniformly flat and brown, at least in the dry season. There are few cars, just motorbikes, the occasional truck, and local buses with passengers sitting on the roof. There's no sign of the light-industry factories visible on the Vietnamese side of the border, and pigs and calves cross the road at leisure in the still, sunny weather.
Soon you reach the Mekong. Young boys are washing down small horses, some submerged up to their nostrils. The bus, however, goes across on a modern ferry. Then you're churning your way along a muddy track, necessitated by the construction of a new highway. Six hours after leaving Ho Chi Minh City you finally reach Phnom Penh.
All hotels in Phnom Penh display signs prohibiting the admission of under-age girls and boys into the rooms, except in the company of a parent. "That's OK," goes a local joke. "The mother comes along too to collect the cash." But the reality isn't funny. Child prostitution is merely the latest plague to afflict a country so badly mauled over the last 30 years that some commentators believe it'll soon disappear altogether, divided up between Vietnam and Thailand.
As it is, Phnom Penh offers beauties and horrors in roughly equal measure.
At the center stands the truly magnificent Royal Palace, something all visitors should make sure they see. But one block away, overlooking the confluence of the Mekong and Tonle Sap rivers, there's a prominent pavilion which could also be splendid, but isn't. Coils of plastic hose-piping are stacked in one corner, some ancient recliners are chained together, and two rickety desks are wired to some dodgy-looking electric cable. Children play soccer with an old slipper, somebody urinates into a flowerbed, and vendors pick their teeth under tacky umbrellas waiting for customers to gain merit by releasing caged swallows. The whole area has a gummy air, and you sit on the balustrade at your peril.
Why the banks of the Mekong should present this almost derelict aspect when nearby there are side-streets giving off an air of relaxed luxury under tropical skies is initially unclear. The reason becomes apparent, however, as soon as you encounter the Cambodian middle classes.
They greet each other with the most ceremonious of hand gestures, then proceed to their seats to watch ancient dance dramas of insufferable tedium. Their off-spring, I was told, have little problem gaining admission to college, while the poor have to be brilliant indeed if they don't have money to back up their applications.
A large number of splendid Phnom Penh villas are advertised everywhere, starting at a monthly rental of some US$1,000. Expatriate embassy staff, someone who worked for a rental agency told me, earn as much as US$5,000 a month, and most NGO staff get around US$3,000 (though volunteers as little as US$250). By contrast, the usual monthly wage for Cambodians working in factories is US$40, he said. (When the UN was in Cambodia, its soldiers received allowances of US$145 a day).
At Prek Ho, half an hour outside Phnom Penh, stands the roofed but otherwise outdoors performance venue of the Khmer Arts Academy. Angkor-style statues pose in the declining afternoon light, dancers get sewn into their costumes in the searing heat, and right next door is the villa where Gary Glitter lived during his brief Cambodian sojourn. It's now up for rent and you can look over it anytime. There are billiard tables, a smallish swimming pool, and a fine view over a muddy river. The asking monthly rent is US$1,500 a month, I was told.
Back in town, a waiter showed me his English textbook. First published in 1941, it contained a detailed history of the clerihew ("invented by Edward Clerihew Bentley, 1875 to 1956") and a selection of the author's favorite poems — My Love's Like a Red, Red Rose and What is this life, so full of care. The waiter knew several of these poems by heart, he said, and planned to learn more.
You can, if you want, book yourself a city tour, taking in the Royal Palace, Wat Phnom, Tuol Sleng, Choeuuk Eik, the Independence Monument, and a sunset cruise on the Mekong. As I'd been advised not go to Choeung Eik, the infamous pile of human skulls 15km from Phnom Penh, and only to visit the Khmer Rouge torture-chamber of Tuol Sleng, now the Museum of Genocidal Crime, if I had a strong stomach, I avoided the tour altogether.
Instead I went to Sovanna Phum, a theater presenting a popular mix of traditional dance items, including a shadow-puppet show with added dance numbers. Housed in a wooden auditorium with makeshift benches, it was great fun — simultaneously charismatic and audience-friendly. Sovanna Phum performs every weekend for mainly tourist audiences, but is nonetheless highly recommended.
Many people choose to stay along Sisowath Quay, overlooking the broad but treeless Mekong. There you'll soon discover the Foreign Correspondents' Club (363 Sisowath Quay; www.fcccambodia.com), no longer a club at all but an exceptionally pleasant up-market bar and restaurant. The ceiling fans all work, there's draught beer, pizzas (US$5 to $7.50), Fajita Barbequed Chicken (US$6.50), and ice cream at US$1.80 a scoop. At street level is the same management's Cafe Alfresco.
Excellent Khmer food is available at Frizz (335 Sisowath Quay; www.frizz-restaurant.com) — dinner is about US$8 a head. A comfortable place to stay at around US$20 is the California Guesthouse (317 Sisowath Quay, www.cafecaliforniaphnompenh.com), pleasant and efficient, but often fully-booked. The Riverside Hotel (1 Sisowath Quay) is unprepossessing to say the least, with a reception desk out of the ark and slatternly assistants. Only Myanmar, I thought, was worse than this.
If your tastes run to the luxurious, sample the Phnom Penh Hotel (53, Monivong Boulevard, Sangkat Srah Chok, Khan Daun Penh; www.phnompenhhotel.com). It's one of those places where the staff greet you in English round every corner. Rooms are from US$140 upwards (Presidential Suite US$1,500), though the front desk quickly informed me there was "a 50 percent discount, operational at all levels." The French, Chinese and American restaurants are sumptuous indeed, and along the passage there's a casino for guests to play games with money that, only meters away, naked children fight for in the dust.
I stayed at three hotels in Phnom Penh. The first was Manor House (8B, Street 266; e-mail: info@manorhousecambodia.com), a boutique guesthouse located in an affluent area popular with NGO workers. The nearest restaurant offered French haute cuisine and priced its delights in US dollars. The nearby streets were leafy, and the houses comfortable and dignified. The motorbike-taxi hadn't wanted to take me there because he wasn't sure he'd get a commission, a fear that proved justified. The room, at US$30 a night, was exceptionally comfortable, though the Western breakfast was rather bland.
The second hotel I sampled was the Renakse (40, Samdach Sothearos Boulevard; e-mail: renaske-htl@camnet.com.kh), a rundown French colonial building directly opposite the Royal Palace. "Our rooms are US$40," announced a sharp-tongued assistant, "but if you stay the price will be US35." In the Renakse everything creaks — the doors, the windows, the beds. Lugubrious and echoing, it has atmosphere (of a sort) without being able to claim any discernable charm.
The best hotel I found, the Golden Bridge (7CD, Street 278, Sangkat Beoung Keng Kang 1, Khan Chamkamon; www.goldenbridgehtl.com), was also the cheapest. The secret was that it was Chinese-owned and Chinese-run. It cost a mere US$13 — one hi-tech Japanese guest had been tapping away on his computer there for two months. The street also boasts some good but inexpensive restaurants — try the EU Food at 11 — and an Internet coffeeshop. The Lucky Supermarket nearby shows you, under one roof, how Phnom Penh's rich really live.
"Cambodia's amazing!" a young British businessman had told me in a Ho Chi Minh City cafe. "I saw a railway that only had one train a week, and the rest of the time people work their way along the line in a wicker contraption on wheels." And as I got ready to leave I thought that perhaps I wasn't giving Cambodia a chance. What about Angkor, Battanbang, and all the villages where the Cambodian riel rather than the US dollar is the unit of currency? Shouldn't I take a look at these as well? I concluded, however, that the world's a big place and you can't see everything. More than that — understanding that you can't see it all is one of the secrets of happiness. Besides, I missed the films of Almodovar and Ho Chi Minh City's Chinese circuses and Catholic splendors, and could, in truth, hardly wait to get back to Vietnam.
The two most shocking books I know on Cambodia are William Shawcross's Sideshow: Kissinger, Nixon and the Destruction of Cambodia (Chatto, 1979) and Amit Gilboa's Off the Rails in Phnom Penh; Into the Dark Heart of Guns, Girls, and Ganja (Asia Books, 1998). Both tell similar stories, of the hideous exploitation of an innocent, but also strangely passive and acquiescent, people.
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GETTING THERE
EVA Airlines flies from Taipei to Phnom Penh on Sunday, Monday and Tuesday for NT$13,000 (round trip, including tax; price valid till June 15). Contact Champion Travel Service on (02) 2561-6250
The one-way coach fare from Saigon to Phnom Penh is US$13 with the Mekong Express Limousine Bus company
Wednesday, Jun 06, 2007
By Bradley Winterton
Contributing Reporter
Taipei Times (Taiwan)
When you travel from Vietnam into Cambodia, you cross one of Asia's most significant divides. Behind you lies the pan-Chinese world. Vietnam may today use the French-imposed Western alphabet but its culture essentially comes from China, and you see Chinese characters everywhere in Vietnamese temple inscriptions. Cambodia, by contrast, once lay under India's influence. Its script is Indian-derived (as is Thai's), and the Lunar New Year, universally observed in Vietnam as Tet, passes almost unnoticed in the Cambodian countryside. More importantly, Chinese-style industriousness, so evident in Ho Chi Minh City, appears remote indeed from the Cambodian national psyche.
Driving along the straight, tree-lined road from the Vietnamese border at Bavet towards Phnom Penh, the landscape is uniformly flat and brown, at least in the dry season. There are few cars, just motorbikes, the occasional truck, and local buses with passengers sitting on the roof. There's no sign of the light-industry factories visible on the Vietnamese side of the border, and pigs and calves cross the road at leisure in the still, sunny weather.
Soon you reach the Mekong. Young boys are washing down small horses, some submerged up to their nostrils. The bus, however, goes across on a modern ferry. Then you're churning your way along a muddy track, necessitated by the construction of a new highway. Six hours after leaving Ho Chi Minh City you finally reach Phnom Penh.
All hotels in Phnom Penh display signs prohibiting the admission of under-age girls and boys into the rooms, except in the company of a parent. "That's OK," goes a local joke. "The mother comes along too to collect the cash." But the reality isn't funny. Child prostitution is merely the latest plague to afflict a country so badly mauled over the last 30 years that some commentators believe it'll soon disappear altogether, divided up between Vietnam and Thailand.
As it is, Phnom Penh offers beauties and horrors in roughly equal measure.
At the center stands the truly magnificent Royal Palace, something all visitors should make sure they see. But one block away, overlooking the confluence of the Mekong and Tonle Sap rivers, there's a prominent pavilion which could also be splendid, but isn't. Coils of plastic hose-piping are stacked in one corner, some ancient recliners are chained together, and two rickety desks are wired to some dodgy-looking electric cable. Children play soccer with an old slipper, somebody urinates into a flowerbed, and vendors pick their teeth under tacky umbrellas waiting for customers to gain merit by releasing caged swallows. The whole area has a gummy air, and you sit on the balustrade at your peril.
Why the banks of the Mekong should present this almost derelict aspect when nearby there are side-streets giving off an air of relaxed luxury under tropical skies is initially unclear. The reason becomes apparent, however, as soon as you encounter the Cambodian middle classes.
They greet each other with the most ceremonious of hand gestures, then proceed to their seats to watch ancient dance dramas of insufferable tedium. Their off-spring, I was told, have little problem gaining admission to college, while the poor have to be brilliant indeed if they don't have money to back up their applications.
A large number of splendid Phnom Penh villas are advertised everywhere, starting at a monthly rental of some US$1,000. Expatriate embassy staff, someone who worked for a rental agency told me, earn as much as US$5,000 a month, and most NGO staff get around US$3,000 (though volunteers as little as US$250). By contrast, the usual monthly wage for Cambodians working in factories is US$40, he said. (When the UN was in Cambodia, its soldiers received allowances of US$145 a day).
At Prek Ho, half an hour outside Phnom Penh, stands the roofed but otherwise outdoors performance venue of the Khmer Arts Academy. Angkor-style statues pose in the declining afternoon light, dancers get sewn into their costumes in the searing heat, and right next door is the villa where Gary Glitter lived during his brief Cambodian sojourn. It's now up for rent and you can look over it anytime. There are billiard tables, a smallish swimming pool, and a fine view over a muddy river. The asking monthly rent is US$1,500 a month, I was told.
Back in town, a waiter showed me his English textbook. First published in 1941, it contained a detailed history of the clerihew ("invented by Edward Clerihew Bentley, 1875 to 1956") and a selection of the author's favorite poems — My Love's Like a Red, Red Rose and What is this life, so full of care. The waiter knew several of these poems by heart, he said, and planned to learn more.
You can, if you want, book yourself a city tour, taking in the Royal Palace, Wat Phnom, Tuol Sleng, Choeuuk Eik, the Independence Monument, and a sunset cruise on the Mekong. As I'd been advised not go to Choeung Eik, the infamous pile of human skulls 15km from Phnom Penh, and only to visit the Khmer Rouge torture-chamber of Tuol Sleng, now the Museum of Genocidal Crime, if I had a strong stomach, I avoided the tour altogether.
Instead I went to Sovanna Phum, a theater presenting a popular mix of traditional dance items, including a shadow-puppet show with added dance numbers. Housed in a wooden auditorium with makeshift benches, it was great fun — simultaneously charismatic and audience-friendly. Sovanna Phum performs every weekend for mainly tourist audiences, but is nonetheless highly recommended.
Many people choose to stay along Sisowath Quay, overlooking the broad but treeless Mekong. There you'll soon discover the Foreign Correspondents' Club (363 Sisowath Quay; www.fcccambodia.com), no longer a club at all but an exceptionally pleasant up-market bar and restaurant. The ceiling fans all work, there's draught beer, pizzas (US$5 to $7.50), Fajita Barbequed Chicken (US$6.50), and ice cream at US$1.80 a scoop. At street level is the same management's Cafe Alfresco.
Excellent Khmer food is available at Frizz (335 Sisowath Quay; www.frizz-restaurant.com) — dinner is about US$8 a head. A comfortable place to stay at around US$20 is the California Guesthouse (317 Sisowath Quay, www.cafecaliforniaphnompenh.com), pleasant and efficient, but often fully-booked. The Riverside Hotel (1 Sisowath Quay) is unprepossessing to say the least, with a reception desk out of the ark and slatternly assistants. Only Myanmar, I thought, was worse than this.
If your tastes run to the luxurious, sample the Phnom Penh Hotel (53, Monivong Boulevard, Sangkat Srah Chok, Khan Daun Penh; www.phnompenhhotel.com). It's one of those places where the staff greet you in English round every corner. Rooms are from US$140 upwards (Presidential Suite US$1,500), though the front desk quickly informed me there was "a 50 percent discount, operational at all levels." The French, Chinese and American restaurants are sumptuous indeed, and along the passage there's a casino for guests to play games with money that, only meters away, naked children fight for in the dust.
I stayed at three hotels in Phnom Penh. The first was Manor House (8B, Street 266; e-mail: info@manorhousecambodia.com), a boutique guesthouse located in an affluent area popular with NGO workers. The nearest restaurant offered French haute cuisine and priced its delights in US dollars. The nearby streets were leafy, and the houses comfortable and dignified. The motorbike-taxi hadn't wanted to take me there because he wasn't sure he'd get a commission, a fear that proved justified. The room, at US$30 a night, was exceptionally comfortable, though the Western breakfast was rather bland.
The second hotel I sampled was the Renakse (40, Samdach Sothearos Boulevard; e-mail: renaske-htl@camnet.com.kh), a rundown French colonial building directly opposite the Royal Palace. "Our rooms are US$40," announced a sharp-tongued assistant, "but if you stay the price will be US35." In the Renakse everything creaks — the doors, the windows, the beds. Lugubrious and echoing, it has atmosphere (of a sort) without being able to claim any discernable charm.
The best hotel I found, the Golden Bridge (7CD, Street 278, Sangkat Beoung Keng Kang 1, Khan Chamkamon; www.goldenbridgehtl.com), was also the cheapest. The secret was that it was Chinese-owned and Chinese-run. It cost a mere US$13 — one hi-tech Japanese guest had been tapping away on his computer there for two months. The street also boasts some good but inexpensive restaurants — try the EU Food at 11 — and an Internet coffeeshop. The Lucky Supermarket nearby shows you, under one roof, how Phnom Penh's rich really live.
"Cambodia's amazing!" a young British businessman had told me in a Ho Chi Minh City cafe. "I saw a railway that only had one train a week, and the rest of the time people work their way along the line in a wicker contraption on wheels." And as I got ready to leave I thought that perhaps I wasn't giving Cambodia a chance. What about Angkor, Battanbang, and all the villages where the Cambodian riel rather than the US dollar is the unit of currency? Shouldn't I take a look at these as well? I concluded, however, that the world's a big place and you can't see everything. More than that — understanding that you can't see it all is one of the secrets of happiness. Besides, I missed the films of Almodovar and Ho Chi Minh City's Chinese circuses and Catholic splendors, and could, in truth, hardly wait to get back to Vietnam.
The two most shocking books I know on Cambodia are William Shawcross's Sideshow: Kissinger, Nixon and the Destruction of Cambodia (Chatto, 1979) and Amit Gilboa's Off the Rails in Phnom Penh; Into the Dark Heart of Guns, Girls, and Ganja (Asia Books, 1998). Both tell similar stories, of the hideous exploitation of an innocent, but also strangely passive and acquiescent, people.
--------
GETTING THERE
EVA Airlines flies from Taipei to Phnom Penh on Sunday, Monday and Tuesday for NT$13,000 (round trip, including tax; price valid till June 15). Contact Champion Travel Service on (02) 2561-6250
The one-way coach fare from Saigon to Phnom Penh is US$13 with the Mekong Express Limousine Bus company
8 comments:
All hotels in Phnom Penh display signs prohibiting the admission of under-age girls and boys into the rooms, except in the company of a parent. "That's OK," goes a local joke. "The mother comes along too to collect the cash."
Is that one of the reasons why more and more tourists are flocking to Cambodia?
No wonder that the tradition of vietnamese is that :
- vietnamese men in in any country, most of them are thiefs or robbers
- and vietnamese women in in any country, most of them are prostitutes
Vietnam may today use the PORTUGUESE-imposed Western alphabet but its culture essentially comes from China because vietnamese is the chinese ethnic people
Cambodia does what she can do best as an individual country in the mean time. Althought, we need to look at some of the writting as a constructive criticism and not otherwise negative or rejection.
Thank you for letting us know how you feel. There is always room for improvement.
Ordinary Khmers
youns (vietnamese) are the China's ethnic people, so youns culture and their old characteristic letters are the same as those of Chinese
It is true that one day Cambodia will not exist and will be divided between Vietnam and Thailand for as long as the Hun Sen government is in power. Hun Sen's government is a mupet government for the Vietnamese.
You got it backward, you idiot(1:10). Cambodia will dissapeared
only when Ah retarded Sam Nazi
run the show. So far, we're doing
great, no end in site.
Vietnam cities created mostly by Westerner. There is no doubt most comfortable place for whom you know......... and please blaim it on poverty and the stupid government of our today and not The Cambodian people. How can you be so well behave and so well organize when you don't even know where the next meal will come from?
Please don't forget during The Pol Pot Era our lives were EQUAL TO FISH IN THE TANK. Those Khmer Rouge agents, secret agents of Ah Vietcong can come and get us to cook any time AND WHENVER they want.
Today are no better! Most of our lives are EQUAL TO CHICKEN! We are sick and tired of being threatening by this and that and and NOT ONE OF THE DUMB GOVERNMENT WILL STEP UP AND DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT! except, Mr. Sam Rainsey. People were kill and got an acid flash on their faces and where is the damm criminal? SO SICK OF IT!!!!!!!
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