The Last Splash in Cambodia: Or where the Wuzzle wasn't but the Rolling Stoat Was

The Cycling was whacked like Scooter on crack. And I even saw Chim Chim begging for food about the ruined temple grounds. Ahh ok so this is the intro paragraph ahhh and now I will expound on Cycling around Siem Reap in Cambodia...
So today I rented a MTB and blowing off the huge sum of two dollars. I spent my exuberant sweaty time passing scooters, bicycles, cars, buses and Tuk Tuks in search of piled human bones. Yes it twas a killing field I found- the said deaths of eight-thousand was bloodied there. But now the "Killing field is a Pagoda Buddha sanctuary complete with monks who told me they spend their donations going giving food and funding the educations of the local orphans.
[I give the ole Pooh Hug to a small cute punk - Just think a short while ago screams of the slaughtered and the pain filled eyes of the slain were all that were here along with the evil faces of the killers]

So let's discourse on the course of the visual meal- a bit dry well smiling skulls no longer salivate. The Monks took it upon themselves to gather up thousands of the bones and place them in a sort of round building with two glass doors approximately 10 meters around and 8 meters tall. I'll hazard the guess that it is a sort of religious pagoda structure / tomb but I'm not sure... But, it was an impressive...it impressed me that men are flesh and then white bone when that ends.


I passingly inquired where the killing field actually was of a twenty-something monk speaking with his fellows under a wooden arbor. He informed me that the killing field was all around me and that their were still plenty of corpses buried about in everywhere here. They had a joke with each other as three of them tried on my high zoot cycle helmet commenting that cycling and walking were very good implying motorized transportation was unfavorable. I then asked him about his religious experience- had he felt the presence of God or felt some kind of love? He explained that his mind was very clear- pointing to his head and empathized that by following the five rules of Buddhism he was able to have a clear mind. Overall they all seemed friendly fellows and did NOT even ask me for money for their background information on this now peaceful killing field.
Truth be told my power was greater than any on the road- the locals seemed fascinated that I easily paced with their paltry 105 scooters. However, it was a bit irritating as the MTB I was woefully heavy and ill fitted for me. But I had a good time racing side by side with the elated scooter boyos who couldn't believe I was going over twenty miles an hour on a bicycle. Ok enough boosting- pride comes before the fall and my scarred face can attest too both. I'll have some pictures of very joyful but rather dirty kids...