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Growing up, as I did, in war-torn Lebanon, there was always only one serious rival for the news headlines: Cambodia. As with Lebanon, the latter half of the 1970s was an appalling time for Cambodia, with the Khmer Rouge presiding over an attempt to return the country to an ancient agrarian society — “Year Zero” in their terminology. Estimates of the death toll vary between one and three million people. How does a country ever recover from such trauma and then attract tourists? Somehow, like Lebanon (one of this year’s Rough Guide must-see recommendations), Cambodia has done just that and is a “hot” destination.
No trip here is complete without a visit to the “Eighth Wonder of the World”, Angkor Wat. My first goal, therefore, is Siem Reap, a small town that has exploded with hotels and bars in the past 10 years as the world rediscovers the temples that surround the place. My guide, Ohm, a wonderful former monk with a huge smile and a wicked sense of humour, is an expert in when to go to which temple. He treats it very much like a military operation. The temperature can rise to a staggering 50C in the middle of the day; open spaces such as the main complex become huge ovens and are virtually deserted at this time. We decide that, armed with my special Milletts antisweat T-shirt (a life-saver) and a wide-brimmed hat, I am okay with extreme heat. We opt to visit Angkor Wat at lunchtime, and make dawn raids on the less famous surrounding temples.
That night, I sit on the terrace of my hotel nursing a cool beer and watching a temporary downpour dislodge thousands of leaves from the surrounding gumtrees. The twin-blade leaves twirl down like clouds of tiny helicopters as locals dash for cover. I am in love with this country already. The following morning I watch the sun rise over the extraordinary Temple of Bayon. It’s straight out of The Jungle Book — monkeys dance from tower to tower as the 200 stone faces that adorn the temple stare impassively out at visitors. I am absolutely blown away. I keep expecting to see King Louis supporting one of the crumbling towers. I start humming “I’m the king of the swingers, oh, the jungle VIP...”. Ohm looks at me curiously. He’s like some proud conjuror revealing trick after trick. We drive to Ta Prohm, an unbelievably atmospheric temple almost buried by the jungle. The roots of huge trees have wrapped themselves around the stones to become an intricate part of the structure. It’s no wonder they filmed Tomb Raider here. Once again I am the only person among the old stones. I pad about the place in silence save for the chirruping of birds high in the misty trees above. After a glorious 15 minutes of solitude, I spot a Polish tourist taking a complicated photograph of the tree roots. We stare at each other with hostility, both annoyed by an intruder spoiling our solitary adventurer fantasy.
I am loath to leave my new jungle home, but Angkor Wat beckons. We enter the huge complex on the stroke of noon. Curiously, although by far the best known of the temples, it is my least favourite. This is, however, only due to the sublime beauty of the others. The pineapple-like domes dominate the landscape, the surrounding moat still keeping the hordes to a trickle. What a sight this must have been in the 13th century, when it was entirely covered in gold.
In the wetter season I would have taken the option of a fast boat to Phnom Penh up the huge inland sea — it takes five to six hours and is supposed to be very scenic. It being the dry season, I hop on a plane and land in the capital about 40 minutes later. It’s mind-boggling actually to be in Phnom Penh, a city that dominated the World Service airwaves of my childhood. When the Khmer Rouge took over in April 1975, they proceeded to boot out almost the entire population to a hellish life of forced labour in the countryside. For four years the city had no more than 50,000 inhabitants — a ghost town in a land of ghosts. How things have changed. The capital today is a pulsating mass of humanity: the once-empty streets are packed with cars, tuk-tuks, mopeds, rickshaws, bicycles, trucks and elephants — all life is here.
I fall helplessly in love with the place from the moment I arrive. If I weren’t married with two children, I’d move here tomorrow. The city oozes life and vitality. I spend a couple of days just sauntering around, letting the place seep into my pores, and start to develop a routine. In the morning I have a swim at the hotel — Le Royal, one of the grand old hotels of Southeast Asia. I think about the great journalists who have worked and played here: Jon Swain, who wrote the wonderful River of Time; John Pilger, whose harrowing documentary Year Zero, The Silent Death of Cambodia alerted the world to the terrible things that had happened here. I sip a freshly squeezed lemon juice and pretend that I’m a great foreign correspondent about to drive out of the city to smell the cordite and earn my spurs.
I take a tuk-tuk down to the riverside, where the mighty Mekong and the Tonlé Sap meet. A cooling breeze makes the air bearable. I sit and watch the flow of human traffic pass by. Saffron-robed monks take photographs of each other, as little kids play what seems to be the national sport — a kind of Hacky Sack with an oversized shuttlecock. I think about trying to start this craze in the UK. I could source the shuttlecocks, fly over a display team: it would be the playground hit of next year... then I remember that I’m a rubbish businessman. An elephant trudges calmly past alongside an elderly mahout. Cars seem remarkably unaffected and weave around it. I try to find the hilarious little girl who hassles tourists as they leave the impressive Royal Palace. Her schtick is to find out what nationality the visitors are and then fire a couple of phrases at them in their native tongue. My favourite was when she found out that one couple were Australian: “Omigod, a dingo stole my baby!” she screamed in a broad Aussie accent.
I spend the afternoon wandering around the “Russian Market”. It acquired this name in the 1980s, when Russians were the only visitors to this city. Like all great markets, it’s a confusing maze of stalls and alleyways. I find a little teashop in the centre and sip the sweet liquid in a shady alley. It’s now devilishly hot and only mad dogs and Englishmen are out and about as most of the city sleeps. I find a large group of tuk-tuks under a tree. All the drivers are asleep along with most of the mad dogs. One driver eventually wakes up and groggily takes me to the Foreign Correspondent’s Club. This is my home from home. I sit on the open terrace overlooking the river while nursing one of many cool Angkor beers to come. The Cambodians are obsessed with their world-beating temple. It is on both the national flag and their national beer. I spend the evening reading The Gate, a brilliant book by François Bizot. He is a Frenchman who was captured and then released by the Khmer Rouge (a rare thing) and then survived the fall of Phnom Penh, sheltering in the French Embassy before being evacuated to Thailand.
Sitting high above this pulsating city, watching the medley of boats make their graceful way down the river, I catch a glimpse of what made this place such a paradise to so many before the war. To me, the newcomer, it still is a paradise, although of a different kind. I haven’t even the time to visit the coast that is being hailed as the “new Thailand”. But who needs a new Thailand when you’ve got wonderful new Cambodia? If you visit one place this year, then let it be this beautiful, awe-inspiring, magnificent country. The credit crunch has delayed the deluge, but it won’t be long. Go now — you’ll never regret it.
Dom Joly was a guest of Audley. Travel details: Audley can tailor-make trips throughout Cambodia. A nine-day itinerary, staying at the FCC in Siem Reap, and Raffles, in Phnom Penh, starts at £1,650pp. The price includes flights from Heathrow or Manchester with Singapore Airlines (via Singapore), as well as domestic flights between Siem Reap and Phnom Penh, and a guide and driver throughout the trip. Contact Audley for details of connecting flights from other UK regional airports or Ireland. Other operators include Trips Worldwide, Cox & Kings or Bales Worldwide. Copyright 2009 Times Newspapers Ltd.
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From Child Laborer to American Doctor - by Ioana Patringenaru @UCSD : UCSD physician strives to realize her dreams after a childhood in Cambodia’s Killing Fields
When she was just 5 five years old, Dr. Sopheap Ly was snatched, along with her family, from her home and taken to the Cambodian countryside, where she was forced to work as a child slave laborer. There she endured the loss of her father and her grandparents, and many other hardships. But fast-forward three decades: Ly has become a successful physician at UCSD and the Veterans Affairs San Diego Healthcare System and the mother of twin girls. She has now written a book about her experiences and her struggles to succeed, titled “No Dream Beyond My Reach.” She said she wanted to share her message of hope and inspire others. The book also is a tribute to her father, whom she describes as her role model. “My father told me every day that he loved me more than he could say,” Ly said. Ly’s father often said he hoped she would work in the medical field. The drive to realize that dream is what kept her going through all the trials she faced, she said. She also said she believes his legacy passed on to her through his genes, which gave her a strong constitution and the ability to withstand hardship. Ly’s father was a professor in Cambodia and always put an emphasis on education. The family’s life was full of visits with other family members and shopping trips. Ly remembers that her father was very affectionate with her. He always advised her to study and strive to reach her dreams, she writes.Ly's happy childhood came to an end late one night in 1975, when she was five. Khmer Rouge soldiers forced her, her parents, her younger sister and her aunt to leave their home at gunpoint. They were herded onto a train that was headed to the countryside, its passengers stuck together like matchsticks. To this day, Ly said she can still hear the cries of hungry babies and scared children on that ride, which lasted one day and one night. “I was very scared,” she recalled. Her destination was Cambodia’s rice fields, where Ly said she entered the world of slave labor. She was made to work 14 hours a day, seven days a week, while her parents worked 18 hours a day. The family lived in a crude hut made of coconut and bamboo. Every few months, the monsoon’s torrential rains would wash away their shelter and they would have to rebuild. Hunger also was a constant companion. The family received one meal a day, made of watery rice and rotten vegetables. They learned to trap and roast rats to get some protein in their diet. “As I lay on my bamboo bed late at night, I wondered why this awful nightmare was happening to me, to our family, to everyone I loved and cared about,” Ly writes in her book.
Losing loved ones
Her grandparents didn’t survive. They chose not to eat rats in accordance to their Buddhist faith, Ly said. After a while, they couldn’t stand up, couldn’t talk and couldn’t recognize their grandchildren. Looking back, Ly said her grandparents looked much like some of the patients she saw in hospitals’ intensive-care units. Their skin had shrunk and their eyes were sunken. One day, she came home to see her mother and aunt burying her grandparents in a shallow grave, because they didn’t have the strength to dig a deeper one. “My sister and I sat on the broken steps of our bamboo bed feeling helpless, confused and lost in our sadness,” she wrote in her book. She and her sister usually waited for their mother and father to come home. One day, their father didn’t return. They waited for him for several days—to no avail. The family later learned that Ly’s father had been beheaded. As a professor, he was an intellectual and the Khmer Rouge considered him an enemy to their regime. Ly was just 7 years old. “When I realized that I would never see him again, I cried for days,” she wrote. “All I had were memories of his love and his words.” From then on, Ly sustained herself through every challenge by remembering her father’s words: “Never give up on your dream,” he would say. “It is never beyond your reach.”
Life after the war
After four years in the killing fields, Ly and what remained of her family were finally allowed to leave, when Vietnamese troops defeated the Khmer Rouge. But their home and their livelihoods were gone. They lived in poverty. Ly, now 9, worked at a swap meet. She was able to go to school. But her relatives feared for their country’s stability and decided to leave Cambodia for Thailand. They hired a smuggler to take them to a Thai refugee camp. The walk through a lush, tropical rain forest made Ly’s heart ache. “I was really sad,” she said. “I really missed my country.” The group was soon stopped by soldiers, but they were let go. Over the next four years, between 1983 and 1987, Ly and her family lived in three different refugee camps in Thailand and the Philippines, sometimes in conditions that brought back to mind her time in Cambodia’s rice fields.
Coming to America
Finally, at age 16, she was able to come to the United States. Ly remembers being shocked by the sight of homeless men and women living on the streets. “I learned right away that in America I would have to work very hard to achieve my dreams, lest I too fall in a slump and find myself living curbside,” she wrote. Over the next two decades, Ly would juggle jobs and studies, working her way through high school, college, medical school and finally her residency. Every time money was short or she was tired, or both, Ly remembered her father’s encouraging words and soldiered on. “Every time I encountered hardship, I remembered I wanted my dad’s dream to come true,” she said. When she finally walked onto the stage at Howard University to collect her medical school diploma and shake the dean’s hand, she remembers thinking her father was watching her from above. She now jokes she hopes he didn’t get a bill in heaven for all her student loans.
Building a family and a career
Last year, Ly became an assistant professor of medicine at UCSD and a physician in San Diego’s VA system. She works with war veterans suffering from PTSD. “I’ve always loved education all my life,” she said. “This job is very important to me.” Ly credits support from her friends for her success. At Howard University’s College of Medicine, she met Dr. Aretha Makia, a fellow medical student and a former Miss Cameroon. The two struck a fast friendship that endures to this day. Ly says she considers Makia her best friend on the East Coast. On the West Coast, her best friend is Dr. Grace Lee, a dentist, who lost her mother as a teenager. Makia gave birth to two sons while in medical school; Lee gave birth to a son and a daughter while studying at UCLA’s School of Dentistry—and Ly said she admires both women for it. Ly herself became the mother of twin girls last year. As a parent, she said she hopes to be as good to her children as her father was to her. She has written a rhyme to summarize her hopes and dreams for her girls: "I have a dream for my twins to see bigger than their own vision, a much bigger horizon, set a higher bar and reach the stars,” it goes.
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So you hear it from the horse's mouth, so to speak, here is my full interview with Scott O'Donell, the new Cambodia national football team coach. The interview took place on Sunday. His comments form the majority of this interview.
The Cambodian Football Federation (FFC) have turned to a man they already know well to elevate the national football team to new heights. Australian Scott O’Donell took over as the full time national coach yesterday, some seventeen months after relinquishing the same role. The homecoming of O’Donell is timely, he quit his job as Director of Coach Education for the Asian Football Confederation (AFC) in February and rejoined his family who were already living in
O’Donell’s first spell in charge of the Cambodian national team began in July 2005. “I had 2 and a half years as the
“My focus this year will be the SEA Games in
In looking to the future, O’Donell is optimistic. “I am a firm believer if players are good enough, they are old enough to play for the national team. I don’t care who they are, names or reputations, I will pick the best available players for my team. I see the way forward will be to make the under-23 team the nucleus of the Cambodian national team. I have full control over player selections and coach selections, I will have full say and that’s how it should be. If there are Khmer players overseas in
O’Donell’s presence on cable television as a football analyst will continue. “I have a contract with ESPN Star Sports and I’m also a FIFA instructor and will be conducting courses for FIFA in
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