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		<title>4.th day - katja-horsch</title>
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					<title><![CDATA[the 4th day in PP]]></title>
					<description><![CDATA[Day 4 in Phnom Penh.<br>I woke up early this morning, feeling refreshed. The weather felt less hot somehow, maybe I got used to it?<br>I had scrambled egg and breadroll with English tea for breakfast and then I cycled with even more confidence then yesterday to What Phnom.<br>It was interesting but also difficult to handle, because it is so popular and such a major tourist attraction in PP, that lots of streetchildren, beggars and krippels are there. At some point I even had the feeling to be surrounded by young man, keeping an eye on me. So I removed myself from there quite quickly. It didn’t feel good. Although I saw an elephant riding tourists around the What.<p style='clear:both;'/>I then cycled to the tourture museum and it took me probably more then 1 hour to find it.<div class='borderedPhoto'  style='margin-left:10px;float:right;'><a href='/Photos/PhotoView.aspx?imageID=50065' class='photoLink' ><img src='http://img2.blogabond.com/UserPhotos/6592/300/2009-0510Cambodia20001.jpg' border=0><br>Toul Sieng Genocide Museum</a></div><br>But because of that, I saw again another side from PP.<br>The museum-trip was really sad though.<div class='borderedPhoto'  style='margin-left:10px;float:right;'><a href='/Photos/PhotoView.aspx?imageID=50066' class='photoLink' ><img src='http://img.blogabond.com/UserPhotos/6592/300/2009-0510Cambodia20009.jpg' border=0><br>Toul Sieng Genocide Museum</a></div> I don’t know what to say about it, it is unbelievable what people can do to their own people, including children.<div class='borderedPhoto' ><a href='/Photos/PhotoView.aspx?imageID=50069' class='photoLink' ><img src='http://img2.blogabond.com/UserPhotos/6592/580/2009-0510Cambodia20004.jpg' border=0><br>Toul Sieng Genocide Museum</a></div><br><div class='borderedPhoto'  style='margin-right:10px;float:left;'><a href='/Photos/PhotoView.aspx?imageID=50068' class='photoLink' ><img src='http://img.blogabond.com/UserPhotos/6592/300/2009-0510Cambodia20011.jpg' border=0><br>Toul Sieng Genocide Museum</a></div>          <div class='borderedPhoto'  style='margin-left:10px;float:right;'><a href='/Photos/PhotoView.aspx?imageID=50067' class='photoLink' ><img src='http://img2.blogabond.com/UserPhotos/6592/300/2009-0510Cambodia20005.jpg' border=0><br>Toul Sieng Genocide Museum</a></div><p style='clear:both;'/>I felt quite depressed afterwards and went then into a little local restaurant and had some great curry with a veg called: morning glory.<p style='clear:both;'/>I really want to take more pictures, but somehow I feel like I’m picturing just how poor everybody is and I feel quite embaressed. Also sometimes I feel not very confident, beeing on my own as a white European lockalike…<p style='clear:both;'/>On my way back I stumbeled on What Laka.<div class='borderedPhoto'  style='margin-left:10px;float:right;'><a href='/Photos/PhotoView.aspx?imageID=50079' class='photoLink' ><img src='http://img2.blogabond.com/UserPhotos/6592/300/2009-0510Cambodia20024.jpg' border=0><br>What Laka</a></div><br> Although I was the only person around, a guard let me in and a monch showed me around. Beautiful paintings and Buddas. <div class='borderedPhoto'  style='margin-left:10px;float:right;'><a href='/Photos/PhotoView.aspx?imageID=50070' class='photoLink' ><img src='http://img.blogabond.com/UserPhotos/6592/300/2009-0510Cambodia20014.jpg' border=0><br>What Laka inside</a></div><p style='clear:both;'/><br>Finally Noel showed me this Internet café and I’m so happy to get through to the outside world and show you how it looks like. That is important to me. <p style='clear:both;'/>My adress will be:<p style='clear:both;'/>Katja Horsch<br>VSO programme office<br>PO Box 912<br>Phnom Penh<br>Cambodia<p style='clear:both;'/>Mail takes around 6 to 10 days to get there. They’ll sent it to me to Stung Treng then.<br>I even have a mobile phone number. Just don’t know the Cambodian number at the beginning:<p style='clear:both;'/>089223548. I don’t expect you to call me, prob. Too expensive.<br><div class='borderedPhoto' ><a href='/Photos/PhotoView.aspx?imageID=50071' class='photoLink' ><img src='http://img2.blogabond.com/UserPhotos/6592/580/2009-0510Cambodia20022.jpg' border=0><br>What Laka</a></div><p style='clear:both;'/><br>]]></description>
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					<category><![CDATA[Phnom Penh, Cambodia]]></category>
					<pubDate>Sun, 10 May 2009 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate> 
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