On our way to the hospital one morning I took this picture over the Japanese Bridge. You'll notice that there is a raised sidewalk on the side and then an even smaller one by the railing. The one closest to the railing is for pedestrians and the next one is for the motos. Motos pass each other on this bridge, as do trucks and cars. We went to Kampot for the weekend and Armin (in light blue) kindly offered to drive us down. He is Kanya's nephew and has been living in Phnom Penh for about 5 months now. Super super helpful and an excellent Khmer driver. The car was white when we left but because of traffic being the way it was we were forced to go to the side of the road on the opposite side of the road where the dirt was wet and there happened to be a bump and the truck got filthy.
Bicycle outside a village.
Danica, Tony, Meg and Armin. After a long (and sometimes scary) 35 km drive up a ridiculously bumpy road, this is the view we came to in Bokor National Park, just outside Kampot.
This is the real reason we came up the mountain, to see the ghost town, or all of the abandonned buildings that had been built by the French at the beginning of the century. Scattered about, there are about a dozen structures to be seen. This area was the scene of much fighting over the last thirty years, with the Khmer Rouge being the last to hold it and having given it up only 13 years ago. There are doctors in my hospital who refuse to travel south of Phnom Penh even now because the South has traditionally been a Khmer Rouge stronghold. Remember that all but 8 doctors were killed by the Khmer Rouge during their period of power from 1975-1979.

The next couple of entries follow this one as I'm still learning the ways of this website and am dealing with an internet cafe computer. Enjoy the pictures :)