Showing posts with label Bokor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bokor. Show all posts

Monday, March 05, 2007

Ghosts, faded grandeur in Cambodia's Elephant Mountains

Sun Mar 4, 2007
By Seth Meixner

BOKOR, Cambodia (AFP) - In the ruined ballroom of the Bokor Palace Hotel it is easy to imagine, amid the shattered floor tiles and mouldy walls, the clink of champagne flutes and lively chatter of a night out in this tiny colonial hill station.

A symbol of both the excesses of Cambodia's golden age and the apocalypse that followed, the long abandoned -- some say ghostly -- hotel and casino is now only haunted by curious tourists wandering among its dank rooms and tiny hallways.

A group of foreigners, perhaps looking for something tangible to link this old shell to the horrors they imagine have been committed here, talked excitedly during a recent visit about "bullet holes in the walls".

"It looks like someone was lined up and shot," said Rob Chapman, a British national travelling with two friends from Germany.

Indeed, a bricked up window at the rear entrance to the hotel does appear riddled with bullet holes. But whether this is grim evidence of an execution, or merely the result of repeated looting will never be known.

The truth is forever lost under a shroud of mystery that is part of Bokor's appeal to those willing to make the three-hour climb to the top of this 1,000-metre (3,000-foot) rocky outcrop overlooking the sea in Cambodia's Elephant Mountains.

But terrible events have occurred among the mist-covered ruins here; from disconsolate gamblers hurling themselves off a nearby cliff to vicious battles between the Khmer Rouge and Vietnamese troops who controlled different parts of the small town during the 1980s.

The Bokor hill station was founded in 1922 and soon evolved into a popular retreat for French colonial functionaries eager to escape the heat of the capital Phnom Penh, several hundreds kilometres (miles) to the north.

In the 1960s it was a party-goer's paradise. Then-prince Norodom Sihanouk -- a renowned bon vivant -- had a lavish home a few kilometres down the mountain and the hotel-casino hosted grand soirees for Cambodia's elite.

"It must have been madness up here -- it must have been like Nice," said Chapman, surveying the hotel and its cluster of buildings dotting the wind-swept mountaintop.

A Roman Catholic church, an artefact of Bokor's colonial founders where the Khmer Rouge sought refuge during their duels with the Vietnamese, remains almost intact on a nearby hillside.

"My grandmother said this place was very happy. It was a small town but it had everything. The king liked this place," said Ek Chenda as she served noodles and boiled eggs to a handful of Cambodian tourists.

Standing beneath a blue tarpaulin in the shadow of the hotel, the 41 year-old sells snacks and drinks to visitors who arrive by the truckload to wander through the ruins.

"Last year was better for tourists -- this year has not been so good because of the road. The small cars cannot come up," she said.

-- A long, tough ride to the top but the view is worth it --

Traversing the 30 or so kilometres to the top is a hard slog, with motorists finding only the briefest moments of relief on small islands of asphalt, their ragged edges crumbling into deep, rocky ruts.

Visitors most frequently arrive packed into pickup trucks or Toyota Camrys with the suspension jacked high off the ground.

The Bokor ruins are inside the Bokor National Park, which was established in 1993 and covers 1,580 square kilometres (613 square miles) of rough, mountainous country.

The park's fragile environment is under constant threat from illegal logging and poaching, conservationists say, stirring the debate over whether it should be further developed to accommodate the increasing numbers of tourists flocking to Cambodia.

Some 1.7 million foreign arrivals were recorded last year, marking a 20 percent increase over 2005.

"It took me three hours to ride up here," complained one motorcyclist, a foreigner who gave his name as Philippe. "If they want to develop this place they're going to have to fix it."

After the Khmer Rouge abandoned Bokor, locals climbed the mountain to pillage what they could from the cluster of remaining buildings.

"I came here first in the mid-1990s and it is like what you see now. In the 1980s, after the Khmer Rouge, the people came to strip away everything that they could sell," said Ek Chenda.

Great gusts of white fog drifted through the ragged scrub, bringing a cold wetness that -- in this tropical country -- is as unsettling as the eerie outline of the abandoned buildings that rise suddenly out of the landscape.

"I feel sad -- it's strange to hear such stories about this place and then everything was destroyed. Those stories seem so unbelievable to me now," she added.

Monday, February 19, 2007

Meanwhile: The spirit world of the Elephant Mountains

Sunday, February 18, 2007
James Pringle
Posted by the International Herald Tribune (France)


BOKOR, Cambodia
This once-opulent but long-abandoned hill town, located high above the sea on a spur of Cambodia's Elephant Mountains, is as evocative of French colonial days in Indochina as it is possible to get, down to the bottles of Bordeaux for sale at the forest ranger station.

When the stars blaze from the clear night sky and one sees the ghostly shadow of the deserted Bokor Palace Hotel at the edge of a 3,500 foot-escarpment, it is easy to imagine the orchestra playing prewar French favorites like "Valentine" by Maurice Chevalier, and numbers by his onetime lover, Mistinguett.

Colonial officials, rubber planters and their well-coiffed wives or mistresses would step out on the dance floor for the tango, rumba and Charleston.

Chips would click down on roulette tables in the nearby casino, now a deserted shell, as bow- tied attendants called "Faites vos jeux, mesdames et messieurs."

But the screams of small apes calling to their mates in the cool night are the only nocturnal cries one hears today.

And at dusk Bokor resembles nothing so much as the setting of a Marguerite Duras novel like "The Lover" — or a spooky Hollywood movie. Nowadays, the population of the town is only 20.

Two girls come in to the ranger station for a dinner of rice, fish and winter melon soup, glad to escape the solitude, and easily imagined dangers.

Unfortunate, even terrible, events have really happened here. In the 1970s and '80s, the Khmer Rouge threw their victims over the nearby cliff, dead or alive, often tossing live grenades to finish them off. Skulls and human remains littered the jungle for years, until nature played its part.

The Cambodians, great believers in the spirit world, say Bokor is haunted.

Thai Vong, 29, my driver, who zig- zagged uphill for two hours over broken rubble on the once-tarred jungle track from Kampot, a town far below, suddenly dragged himself from the clifftop.

"Something was tugging my leg toward the edge," he nervously explained, insisting he was not, in turn, pulling my leg.

The first Western explorers reached the plateau in 1917, and in 1922 the hill station was founded, similar to the now tourist-clogged Vietnamese hill resort of Dalat, where the Emperor Bao Dai hunted tigers.

In the 1940s, in a microcosm of major conflict elsewhere, there was battling between Communist Viet Minh and French forces, then, in the 70s, fighting raged between the pro-Western Cambodian government and nascent Khmer Rouge.

The 1980s brought pitched battles between Khmer Rouge, holed up in the deserted Roman Catholic church, and invading Vietnamese forces holding the bullet-pocked hotel 500 yards away. Somehow the church's cross survived. Inside, a Khmer Rouge artist left a self-portrait on the wall.

Nowadays, there are still uniformed men armed with AK-47 rifles. But these are forest rangers employed to discourage illegal logging and to protect wildlife, which includes tigers, boar, bear, deer, python, deadly kraits and, in the more remote jungle, elephants.

Before arriving, I doubted that animals could have survived decades of fighting and bombing. But my doubts vanished as a large, black boar suddenly raced across our tracks.

The ranger, Vi Rang, 21, said he would not have shot the boar, even if it charged us.

"I'd have fired in the air, as I do to scare poachers and illegal loggers," he said.

All this is encouraging news to those who thought Cambodia's wildlife had disappeared. There is currently a debate on whether to devote all efforts to protecting what is now a national park or to encouraging more tourism, besides the iPod-toting backpackers now venturing to this unspoiled, magical time-warp.

Supporters say the largely mine-free Bokor would surely benefit from tourism. After all, as a senior ranger said, "Despite everything, the animals survived, and are even claiming back their land."

James Pringle covered the war in Vietnam and Cambodia.