Sihanoukville, Cambodia

I keep forgetting to put datelines here. Not sure if that’s important or not. Probably isn’t, right?

So after a 10-hour bus/minibus ride from Siem Reap, we made it to Sihanoukville. I’ve spent the last three days at Angkor Wat. What is even left to say about it? Words continue to fail me, and so I continue to fail as a journalist. How does one sum up a day, much less three, at the ruins? We scaled rocks that haven’t moved in several hundred, in some cases a thousand, years. Rocks that were put into place to honor Buddha and the Khmer king are now a playground for the adventure-seeking tourist and families on holiday. This once-great capital of an empire is now a money-making tourist attraction owned by a Japanese company. What will become of America’s great sites? In hundreds of years, will the Lincoln Memorial be anything more than a fenced-off pile of marble? What of the Empire State Building and Independence Hall and all of the other places that mean something to Americans? Are they built as well as the pyramids, the Acropolis and the Coliseum? Will they survive centuries of wear and tear, hurricanes and blizzards, the rise and fall of governments?

I know this blog has gotten a lot less fun and a lot more reflective in recent weeks, but when you’re on a bus for seven hours and your iPod is dead, there’s not much to do but think and plan the next blog entry. And let me tell you, there are a lot of long drives.