I'm so tired

I had to get up early to catch my plane and, as I always do, got there earlier than necessary. Once in Bangkok, I didn't immediately check into the guest house cause I wanted a single room. Since none were available and I've been a regular at Merry V Guesthouse, they gave me a room with a big bed for the price of a single room with a small bed. The only draw back is the room is four flights up, on the top floor. Being on the highest floor also means it's much warmer up there. It's a good thing Bangkok is cooler right now than it was even last week.

I wanted to buy three things today: a hammock, new shorts, and lip balm. I actually couldn't remember what the third thing was so I substituted. I haven't bought anything yet. Mondays are relatively quiet in Bangkok. If Porn had not told me most of the street vendors take Mondays off I would've been a little freaked out by the emptiness of Kao San Road.

I started to read a book called And Then They Killed My Father. It's written by a Cambodian woman who was a little girl when the Khymer Rouge, under Pol Pot, killed at estimated two million Cambodians, about a quarter of the population at the time. After two chapters I've determined she's no Shakespear, but it's a story that has to be told.

I don't know if it was my mind playing tricks on me but when I drove up to the killing fields outside of Phnom Penh I felt a chill in the air. Strange considering it was well over eighty degrees that day. As I stood there over looking the mass graves all I could think about was how America once said it would never allow someting like this to happen again. I don't know if my facts are straight but I think FDR said that after WWII. Well guess who supported the Khymer Rouge. The good old U.S.A.