I rented a bicycle for the day today, just $3 for the whole day.
My first stop was the Vietnam embassy, that I could sort out my visa for my visit.
I just needed to fill out a form, no photo required, and leave my passport with them while they processed the application.
I arrived in time to get the whole thing processed for the same day, costing $70 for a 3 months one land entry visa.
After I submitted my application and passport, I was advised it would only take 45 minutes.
Based on this, I made my way to the Genocide Museum, to learn of the horrors that unfolded in the country following the Vietnamese victory of Ho Chi Minh against the Americans.
The museum was a very sombre affair, with lots of the history about the genocide coming out, making me think about the information I had learned while touring Estonia, including the capture of the educated elite and removing anyone from power who might have the intelligence to know what was happening.
The thing that made this whole episode worse was that Pol pot decided that if you have to kill one person, the only way to stop a rebellion was to take out the entire family, so that they don't come back and are not left to take revenge later on.
After seeing the harrowing conditions that the locals had been put through, as well as learning about some foreigners who had used KFC, General Sanders, as fake information to the government as a way of sending messages to the outside world, I headed back to the Vietnamese Embassy to pick up my passport and visa.
My next destination was the Killing Fields near Phnom Phen, which was a location where the people from the prison had been taken to, to erradicate them from existence.
On my way, I met Natalie ftom USA, who was also on a bicycle, and we helped each other locate the spot we were both heading to.
At this point we lost touch with each other, as we took our own time to make our way around the area, which was equally depressing in regards to the actions that took place in this location.
I decided to buy some incence here to place at the tower at the end, as really, after learning about a tree where babies were killed against, it was trully something that needed some knid of emotional attachment.
I cycled back, and as I made it in to the city itself, had to navigate my way around the motorbikes and cars on my way to the hostel.
This proved to be an OK experience, and made me feel like I was able to be one with the mass of motorbikes that was part of the culture of the area.