We arrived at our hotel called Rikitikitavi. The owners were inspired by the Rudyard Kipling story. We found this ironic because we just read that story together at the beginning of our trip (part of Maeve's curriculum) and Michael also just completed a poetry lesson with the children on a Kipling poem entitled "If".  We saw this as a good sign.

Phnom Penh  is the capital city of Cambodia. We flew in from Bangkok and arrived in the evening. What should have been a twenty minute taxi ride to our hotel took an hour. For some reason, traffic was brutal. Fortunately, Michael booked a lovely hotel that was hidden amidst the madness. 

Warning: The following post contains graphic photos and deals with disturbing content related to atrocities that occurred during the Khmer Rouge regime in Cambodia where millions were killed in a place more commonly known as 'The Killing Fields.' 

Every now and again we have to deal with uncomfortable subjects.  It's okay, it's a part of life. Every tour can't be on the scale of Machu Picchu or a palace or a more simple lovely botanical garden. Every now and again we have to face the harsh reality of history.