Hazel Ceej

I love touring and sightseeing. I don't hesitate to visit an interesting place twice if there's a chance. But I am not visiting this place again even if you paid me to do it. Cheong Ek Genocidal Center in a distance After many whispers of wows at the splendor of Angkor Wat in Siem Reap, my companions and I proceeded to Phnom Pehn. I was kicking to finally see the Killing Fields. "This is it," I mused as my 12-year old self: "those rows of 'cabbages' (skulls) in a documentary with John Lennon singing Imagine , now the Killing Fields for real." We then started exploring. At first I thought this was an old pigsty. What we saw were...     bones And that was when we fell silent - especially when we realized that much of the ground is still strewn with clothes of victims.  more clothes 'Truck Stop:' "place where trucks transporting victims to be exterminated from Toul Sleng Prison, stopped." Tru...

It was a quiet Khmer morning. Friends and I were traveling to Siem Reap . The van we were riding in slowed down by a procession. Curiosity managed to snap a shot of what looked like a miniature house carried by a truck. As it disappeared into gathering speed I saw a coffin inside it. The deceased apparently had something thousands of his countrymen we visited at the Killing Fields the day before never had - an obsequies.

Dove wings, rustling greens deeds penetrate the heavens a whiff of cool blue Now comes the quiet clear blue remnants of Khmer may souls rest in peace Question: what's the deal between green and violet? True color matters Blue Monday ,  Haiku my Heart , Haiku Heights