Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness…. Broad, wholesome, charitable views …cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one's lifetime. ~ Mark Twain
CAMBODIA JOURNAL: DAY 5
At last we were on the way to our true destination–Wat Opot, the Place Where People Change (more about this later). Wat, as I said earlier, refers to a temple and its grounds. Opot seems an awfully short word to mean March of the Red Ants. Beyond memory, there must have been a thriving community of ants here, but I would never see even one. The street that becomes the road away from Phnom Penh to the south was full of daily urban life: a plethora of motorcycle repair shops where whole families gathered around the object of repair; nearly as great a plethora of mobile phone stores; outdoor barber shops, also attended by whole families; shops with flip-flops and sun hats of every imaginable color and print; a shop with three of the previously described Asian toilets hung on display to show just how simple the plumbing is, with a few blue PVC pipes on a rack behind said porcelain, identifying the place as a plumbing supply shop; outdoor cafes; wedding venues adorned with gold and red silk and playing extremely loud music to share the joy with blocks and blocks of shoppers and workers; and, of course, purveyors of Pepsi brand gasoline.
On our left lay the city’s open sewers, the most beautiful sewers Read More