Monday, 17 February 2014

Phnom Penh (2), Killing Fields and Torture Chambers: Part 5 of Following the Mekong through Vietnam, Cambodia and Laos

A Look at the Grimmest Moments in Cambodian History

The Origins of the Cambodian Genocide

Cambodia

The same driver but a different guide, a young woman called C, arrived at 8.30 to take us to the Choeung Ek killing field.

During the late 1960s Cambodia became increasingly drawn into the Vietnam War (or American War, depending on how you look at it). In 1970 General Lon Nol overthrew King Sihanouk who had made a secret deal with Hanoi allowing men and materiel to move through Cambodia along what became known as the Ho Chi Minh Trail. Lon Nol’s pro-American stance led to war against North Vietnam. His forces were no match for the battle hardened Vietnamese, meanwhile indiscriminate American bombing continued. Between 1970 and 1975 this war cost 300,000 Cambodian lives.

King Sihanouk photographed in 1983
Photo borrowed from Wikipedia

While Lon Nol fought the Vietnamese, the Khmer Rouge, the home grown communists, were expanding their influence from their northern bases and by 1973 they held most of the country outside the capital. On the 17th of April 1975 they took Phnom Penh and were greeted as liberators. They ordered the immediate evacuation of the city, claiming the Americans were about to launch a bombing offensive. They were widely believed, though two weeks later, on the 30th of April, American involvement in Southeast Asia ended when the North Vietnamese took Saigon. For the next three years Phnom Penh was a ghost city.

Lon Nol
Photo borrowed from Wikipedia

Taking the 11th century Cambodian golden age - the age of Angkor - as their model, the Khmer Rouge set out to create a self-sufficient agrarian society where all men and woman worked side by side in comradely equality. To achieve this superficially charming, if rather dotty, ideal the Khmer Rouge first abolished schools, money and markets and then set about eliminating all opposition. According to Pol Pot, ‘A person who has been spoiled by a corrupt regime cannot be reformed, he must be physically eliminated from the brotherhood of the pure.’ Those who could not be among the ‘brotherhood of the pure’ included ethnic minorities - the Chinese, Vietnamese and Cham – and the ‘new people’ which meant city dwellers and intellectuals. Teachers were particularly strenuously persecuted, but the definition of ‘intellectuals’ was drawn widely and included those who spoke French and anyone who wore glasses.

Pol Pot
Photo borrowed from Wikipedia)

Much of the killing was carried out by brutalised child soldiers. Of Cambodia’s 8 million people over 1 million were murdered and as many died of starvation and neglect.

The Choeung Ek Killing Field

Officially 12km southwest of the city, Choeung Ek is barely beyond the suburban sprawl. Avoiding the congested main highway, our driver zigged and zagged down a series of minor roads, some unsurfaced, between houses, factories and the occasional monastery.

Choeung Ek is just a field. Part of it was once a Chinese burial ground, but there is nothing to suggest it was a spot marked out by nature as a place of great evil, or great suffering, but then Auschwitz was once an ordinary barracks on the Silesian plain.

Passing through the entrance, we approached the Choeung Ek memorial, a simple glass-doored chedi, accompanied by the sound of children chanting at a nearby primary school.

The monumental chedi at Choeung Ek

Choeung Ek is one of over 400 killing fields so far identified in Cambodia. It was not the worst, but it is the most well-known and has become the centre for commemoration. The remains of 8985 individuals have been exhumed from 43 mass graves, but maybe as many as 17,000 more graves remain unexcavated.

Mass graves at the Choeung Ek killing field

Every year the rains bring bones to the surface and even along the paths it is easy to find the bleached remains of human beings entombed in the hard-packed earth.

Bones in path, Choeung Ek killing field

The chedi contains the remains of some of the victims, skulls at the bottom and smaller and smaller bones as it goes up through 13 layers. The base contains a collection of implements used in the slaughter - axes, metal spikes, hammers, hooked knives - and diagrams of the damage each would do to a human skull.

Just a few of the victims of the Choeung Ek killing field

The use of expensive bullets was abandoned early in the genocide. If Auschwitz was killing on an industrial scale, this was killing as a cottage industry, more brutish, more bloody, more personal.

The base of the memorial chedi
Choeung Ek

The bones are laid on aluminium trays and some of those above eye height still have their protective packaging. On the underside of one are the words ‘the protective film should be taken out 45 days after having completed the execution.’ Even here the remorseless God of Irony demands his due.

Beyond the chedi is a banyan tree from which loudspeakers were hung so that music could drown out all other noises.

The banyan tree, Choeung Ek

All around are the pits of the mass graves. One, which was filled with mothers and children, sits beside the tree against which the youngest children’s brains were bashed out. There is another where 160 bodies were found, but not a single skull. This is a place where it helps to switch off your imagination.

Mass grave, Choeung Ek killing field

The victims were brought here, maybe 20 at a time, in trucks from Tuol (sometimes 'Toul') Sleng prison in Phnom Penh. We drove back into the city to see the prison.

On the way C asked, ‘Have you any questions about the Khmer Rouge?’ I paused for a moment, but there really was only one question, so I asked it. ‘Why?’ ‘That,’ she said, ‘is the question everybody asks, but there is no answer.’

The Cambodian genocide stands out among the grim list of 20th century genocides. Turks killed Armenians, Germans killed Jews, Hutus killed Tutsis but Cambodians killed Cambodians. Nothing marked out the perpetrators as being different from their victims; indeed, many early perpetrators later became victims. "A l'exemple de Saturne, la révolution dévore ses enfants" as Jacques Mallet du Pan observed in 1793.

The 'Russian' Market

Before Tuol Sleng, we dropped into Psar Tuol Tom Poung, also known as the Russian Market, as during the Vietnamese occupation (1978-1989) economic sanctions meant the only imported goods available came from Russia. It is now a regular market with local produce and goods from all over the world. We bought some table mats as gifts while strolling round this refreshing outbreak of normality

Psat Tuol Tom Poung, the 'Russian Market'
Phnom Penh

Tuol Sleng Prison

Security Prison 21, known as S-21 or Tuol Sleng Prison is now Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum. It was once Tuol Svay Prey High School and from certain angles it still looks like a high school.....

Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum, Phnom Penh
From some angles it still looks like the high school it once was

...but high schools do not have graves were you might expect volleyball courts, nor gallows where there should be football goals.

Gallows where there should be football goals, Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum

Only prisoners of some importance or standing were brought to Tuol Sleng, along with their wives and children (‘kill them all, even the children so there is no one left to seek vengeance’).

A row of classrooms used as cells, Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum

A row of classrooms became spacious cells, each equipped with a bed and a desk at which prisoners were made to write out their life stories from their births to (very nearly) their deaths. The rooms were fitted with rings so prisoners could be suspended from the ceiling and electricity points so that.... (I do not need to finish this sentence.)

'Spacious cell' Tuol Sleng genocide Museum

The block beyond this contains many of the mugshots taken when prisoners arrived - and some after they had been tortured. There were row upon row of them, mounted on school display boards. The photographs of the children were the most disturbing. Lynne left the room in tears. ‘I found this place even more upsetting than Auschwitz,’ she said later. There were more rooms and exhibits beyond this, but we had seen more than enough.

Mugshots, Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum

C had declined to go through this room with us. She had the same look in her eye as Trang, our guide in Saigon two years ago, when he declined to visit the 'war remnants' museum with us. Trang had been in Cambodia, conscripted into the Vietnamese army of occupation, and remains troubled by his memories.

It was the Vietnamese who had put an end to the horror. Launching an invasion on Christmas Day 1978, they routed the Khmer Rouge in two weeks. They stopped the killing, restored markets, education, freedom of movement and private farming immediately, money and freedom of religious practice within a year. They get little credit for this, the US, Thailand and China giving tacit support to Pol Pot as the official head of state. The anti-Vietnam stance of the US was predictable given the timing and China staged a brief invasion of Northern Vietnam’s Lao Cai province in protest. The Khmer Rouge and their allies retained Cambodia’s seat in the UN until 1993.

Cambodian attitudes to the Vietnamese vary. C was careful always to refer to the years 1978 to 1989 as the ‘Vietnamese occupation’. Certainly they outstayed their welcome, only withdrawing when the collapse of the Soviet union cut off their funds, but on their arrival they were treated as liberators. Just once did C refer to the Vietnamese as ‘liberators', specifically in relation to Tuol Sleng prison.

There is another view, which we were to encounter the following day. Some Cambodians retain a perverse affection for Pol Pot, regarding him as a victim rather than a villain. To these people Tuol Sleng was fabricated by the Vietnamese to blacken his name.

The Vietnamese found 14 corpses in the prison, they were the last people to die there, and are buried outside the classroom block where they were found.

The graves of the last 14 to die at Tuol Sleng

Bou Meng and Comrade Duch

Seven people survived Tuol Sleng. Two of them are still alive and they were both there.

Bou Meng is a small, wizened, toothless old man. He was selling signed copies of a book written about him by one of the genocide researchers. We bought one and were rewarded with this picture. I was unsure if it was appropriate to smile, Lynne looked serious but Bou Meng flashed a big, if slightly gummy, grin. He had earlier given a graphic description of how he came to have no teeth, our understanding in no way impaired by lack of a common language.

Bou Meng, Tuol Sleng survivor

He was, and is, an artist and it was his ability to draw portraits of Pol Pot and the Khmer Rouge leaders that saved his life. Although he seemed relaxed and happy, his art work, some of which sat on his desk, is a way of working out his feelings. His wife was arrested with him, he has not seen her since and still wants to know when and how she died. He asked Comrade Duch - the camp commander - when giving evidence at his trial. Duch, who acknowledges his crimes and is currently serving life imprisonment, had no answer - he could not remember one death among so many thousands. [Update: Comrade Duch died on the 2nd of September 2020 from Covid-19]

Comrade Duch, commander of Tuol Sleng Prison, photographed at his trial in 2009
Picture borrowed from Wikipedia

C's Family Story

We both wanted to ask C about her family's experiences and were pondering how to frame the question when she volunteered the information. He father came from Kompong Thom, she said, but had been a high school student in Phnom Penh staying with his uncle.

Pol Pot - as drawn by Bou Meng

When the Khmer Rouge arrived he tried to make his way back to Kompong Thom, but was caught up in the general movement of people and found himself in the north west of the country where he was put into a boy's camp. Khmer Rouge policy was to separate husband from wives, parents from children.

A couple of years later the Khmer Rouge decided he should be married and sent him, quite by chance, to Kompong Thom. They married off dozens of young men and women to complete strangers at mass ceremonies, except there was no ceremony, no celebration, just the declaration that they were wed.

Though back in his home town, her father could find no members of his family. As the Vietnamese arrived he and his wife escaped to one of the refugee camps on the Thai border where C was born. After five years they returned to Kompong Thom where her father eventually found his family. They later moved to Phnom Penh as the capital was, they felt, the place to get ahead.

C is now married and has two children of her own and a good job, so there are some good news stories.

Other Phnom Penh Problems

Leaving Tuol Sleng I saw a middle-aged man of European origin sitting in a tuk-tuk. He was lighting a cigarette and beside him was a Cambodian girl of seven or eight. There may have been an innocent explanation for this odd scene, the girl looked relaxed and happy enough, but after the Khmer Rouge and the Vietnamese occupation, we sent Cambodia Gary Glitter. Phnom Penh is experiencing a welcome boom in 'normal' tourism, but behind that a seamier, sicker, illegal type of tourism still continues.

Another Phnom Penh Problem

We lunched in the shady courtyard of an upmarket restaurant in a smart district barely a kilometre away from Tuol Sleng but a world away from mass murder and torture.

Shady courtyard of an upmarket restaurant
One kilometre and a whole world away from Tuol Sleng

That we still had an appetite was remarkable, but we ate and enjoyed spring rolls, soup with prawns and squid, fish in a coconut curry, chicken with green beans and mushrooms followed by fresh fruit.

A Gentle Exploration of Less Harrowing Aspects of Phnom Penh

We took a nap in the hottest part of the day and later walked along Norodom Boulevard....

Norodom Boulevard, Phnom Penh

....to the Independence Monument. The sandstone tower, completed in 1958, was built to celebrate independence from France and now commemorates all the country's war dead - and there are a vast number for such a small country.

The Independence Monument, Phnom Penh

A hundred metres down Sihanouk Boulevard...

Sihanouk Boulevard, Phnom Penh

....is a statue of King Sihanouk. He had a remarkable career first as an absolute monarch, then abdicating to become leader of the communist party - though still styling himself 'Prince' Sihanouk – and being exiled to Beijing. Returning to Cambodia he spent the Khmer Rouge days under house arrest but later returned to the throne as a constitutional monarch. He abdicated in favour of his son in 2004 and styled himself 'King Father' until his death in 2012. His was a career without parallel in the twentieth century - or any other century.

King Sihanouk, Phnom Penh

Cambodia Unusual Way of Using its Currency

On the long, hot walk back we stopped for a beer. Draught Angkor and Cambodia beer is, we observed, far cheaper than the bottled variety. We paid $2.50 for a 33cl bottle at lunchtime, here half a litre of draught beer cost $1.50. It would be much cheaper, we would discover, away from the capital. Cambodians habitually use the US dollar and reserve their own currency, the riel, for the ‘cents’ part of the transaction, ($1 = 4000 riels). To pay $1.50 you hand over a dollar bill and 2000 riels. I had acquired a 10,000 riel note when changing my Vietnamese Dong on the border but although I never saw another riel note above 1000, they happily took it plus 2000 riels for a bill of $3.

Buddhist monks, Phnom Penh

That evening we took a stroll to a restaurant noted in the 'Rough Guide'. The Nouveau Pho de Paris is very like a mid-market restaurant in China, there is nothing French about it except the name and although it offered some Vietnamese dishes, there was no pho. It was, though, the first restaurant we had eaten in where the clientele were predominantly local. We had sheet noodles with chicken and sweet and sour pork - most Cambodian dishes, apart from their coconut based curries, are variations on Chinese originals.

Sunday, 16 February 2014

Phnom Penh (1), Palaces and Museums: Part 4 of Following the Mekong through Vietnam, Cambodia and Laos

A Speedboat into Cambodia and a Tour of Phnom Penh

The Victoria Speedboat: Chau Doc to the Cambodian Border

The ‘Victoria Speedboat’ to Phnom Penh was scheduled to leave Chau Doc at 7.00. We arrived for breakfast at 6 to find the restaurant packed. Having seen photos of the boat online I knew it was too small for this crowd, but where they were going was, for the moment, a mystery.

We checked out and placed our bags at the indicated spot. No sooner had we sat down to wait than a man with a luggage trolley was beckoning us to follow as he wheeled our cases down the steep ramp to join the crowd on the dock.

11 people, we discovered, were going to Cambodia with us, the rest were bound for a cruise ship moored in deeper water.

Inside the Victoria Speedboat heading north

We sped upstream for an hour or so through much the same scenery we had been watching more slowly for the past two days, although here there were more villages on stilts like the Cham village we had visited yesterday.

Speeding north from Chau Doc

The river was some 50m wide until it merged with a larger branch on the right. We had left the delta and the Mekong was now a single stream the best part of a kilometre wide.

The Vietnam-Cambodia Border

The Vietnamese border post was built on stilts beside the river. Handing over our passports to the boat’s conductor, we disembarked and went to the waiting room where I changed my last dong into Cambodian riels.

Our stamped passports were returned, we re-embarked and sped upstream for a few minutes before disembarking again for the Cambodian formalities.

The Cambodian border post beside the Mekong

The Vietnamese post had been starkly functional; the Cambodians had a semi-circle of folksy wooden offices set round a garden. Photography is not usually permitted in border posts, but then there is little to photograph. Here, though, were trees, flowers, Buddhist shrines and a crowd of people waiting for visas in the shade of a mango tree.

Waiting for visas, Cambodian border post beside the Mekong

Formalities were reasonably brief and around 9.00 we re-re-embarked for the final three hours to Phnom Penh.

The Victoria Speedboat: The Cambodian Border to Phnom Penh

Cambodian village beside the Mekong
Cambodia

Cambodia seemed less densely populated and the few villages we saw looked basic and scruffy. The banks here were several metres high so villages were not built on stilts. Beyond the shacks, cattle - rarely glimpsed in Vietnam - sat in the shade of the trees. There were fields of crops, mainly maize, but the wide river, high banks and flat land made it difficult to see far, though we did glimpse several temples with high, steeply pitched roofs and gold finials, more Thai style than Vietnamese.

A temple beside the Mekong

We passed a container ship. Relatively small as it was, we were surprised to see one at all so far from the sea. 40 minutes short of Phnom Penh we passed a modern container port.

Container ship on the Mekon south of Phnom Penh

Phnom Penh

We reached Phnom Penh around 12.30. It was the first major urban centre we had seen from the river, but there were few high rise building and little in the way of soaring temples – hardly an exciting river frontage.

The Tonle Sap joins the Mekong at Phnom Penh. We turned into the tributary and moored at the main dock a hundred metres from the confluence.

Lunch at the Bopha Phnom Penh Restaurant

We were met by Kim and a driver, stowed our cases in the car and walked into the Bopha Phnom Penh Restaurant which is described by the Rough Guide as ‘a huge, decadent restaurant …with an open front looking over Tonle Sap.’ It is undoubtedly large and stages Apsara performances in the evening - and a taster at lunchtime - but ‘decadent’?

Lunchtime 'Apsara' performance Bopha, Phnom Penh

The set meal of fish skewers marinated with lemon grass, Khmer chicken curry, stir fried vegetables with cashew nuts, rice, fruit and Khmer ‘pastries’ – much gelatine but no pastry – was very enjoyable. The chicken curry, not highly spiced, but featuring a rich coconut milk sauce was worth the journey from Chau Doc on its own. Unlike the Vietnamese, Cambodians eat rice dishes with a spoon and fork depriving us of an opportunity to further show off our chopstick skills.

Lunch at the Bopha, Phnom Penh

We checked into our hotel, a rather characterless building in the narrow grid of streets away from the riverside. The hotel’s ban on durians, guns and smoking, in that order, was less than totally reassuring.

The Royal Palace, Phnom Penh

The royal palace was nearby, though nothing remains of the original palace built by King Ponhea Yat in 1434. The current Coronation Hall was constructed in 1919 by King Sisowath, the grandfather of the present King, and is a concrete replica of the wooden hall built by Sisowath’s brother and predecessor King Norodom (reigned 1860 to 1904).

The Coronation Hall is hidden until you are well inside the palace compound, and the first view of it is breath-taking – concrete or not.

Coronation Hall, Phnom Penh

Sometimes the public are allowed in, though not today, but we could look through the windows and open (but barred) door at the high throne – used for the coronations of King Sihanouk in 1941, and of his son, the present monarch King Sihamoni in 2004. A set of normal chairs are arranged in front of the throne for use when the king meets high ranking foreign delegations.

Photography is not permitted, and the rule is strictly enforced. The man next to me raised a camera and was given a firm slap on the wrist (and not a metaphorical one) by a security guard I had not previously noticed. The message was clear, do not dis the king, and do not dis the security guards, even if they are little old men.

The royal residence – at the back of the hall – is in use so is never opened to visitors.

The Royal Residence, Phnom Penh

The Royal Waiting Room is beside the Coronation Hall while at the edge of the compound is the Dancing Pavilion – a hall without walls were dance performances could be watched by moonlight.

The Dancing Pavilion, Phnom Penh

A strange wrought iron pavilion covered in scaffolding to the left of the Coronation Hall is, bizarrely, the pavilion from which Empress Eugenie watched the opening of the Suez Canal. When it was dismantled, her husband, Napoleon III, gave it to King Norodom and it was re-erected here. It is in a poor state of repair and the current restoration is overdue. The scaffolding was home to a group of monkeys who came to stare at the tourists. The tourists stared back. Inevitably somebody approached too close and a monkey leapt at his leg and climbed to his waist. There was a certain amount of panic, but no harm came to monkey or human.

Wat Preah Keo, the Silver Pagoda

Wat Preah Keo, the Silver Pagoda, is next door, the site interconnected with the Royal Palace. Built in 1962, its name comes from the 5329 silver tiles that cover the floor. Now there is a polishing job!

Again photography was not allowed so I have stolen Wikipedia’s picture of the (not quite) life sized golden Buddha. Its 90Kg of gold are encrusted with a lot of diamonds (9584 according to Wikipedia, 2086 according to the Rough Guide). It was made in the Royal workshops in 1906/7 on the orders of King Sisowath.

The golden Buddha, Silver Pavilion, Phnom Penh
(picture from Wikipedia - looks like the security guards missed this one)

It rather overshadows the Emerald Buddha, which is only 50cm tall and carved from jade. It is a 17th century replica of the Emerald Buddha in Wat Phra Kaew in Bangkok, on which the Silver Pagoda looks to have been modelled. Click here for the 2015 post with the full story,  myth and reality, of the Emerald Buddha.

On the outside wall the long mural of the Ramayana, much praised by the Rough Guide, is in poor condition and needs serious work before it will be worth looking at.

Topiary teapot, outside the Silver Pagoda, Phnom Penh

The Pagoda’s garden is a delight with abundant brightly coloured flowers in pots, and some topiary, including this rather pleasing teapot.

Flowers and chedi outside the Silver Pagoda

There are two chedi, one containing the ashes of King Norodom, the other those of his queen. There is also an equestrian statue of King Norodom. Like the wrought iron pavilion it was a gift from Napoleon III and was originally a statue of him. It is now a statue of Napoleon III's body with Norodom's head.

Equestrian statue of King Norodom/Napoleon III

Behind the pagoda is a model of Angkor Wat. Large and detailed it would have saved us the bother of going there, if the trip had not been already booked. It is precisely to scale, except for the fish in the moat, which is a relief. 100m long carp would be scary.

Model of Angkor Wat, Silver Pagoda, Phnom Penh

There are various side rooms and halls on the way out with collections of photographs, palanquins and silver elephants among other things. They are all worth a brief visit.

Elephant room, Silver Pagoda, Phnom Penh

The National Museum of Cambodia

We returned to the car and drove to the National Museum, though a look at the map later suggested it would have been quicker to walk.

A large, single storey building it is, as national museums go, relatively compact.

The country’s history is neatly divided into 3: pre-Angkorian (before the 9th century), Angkorian (9-13th century) and post-Angkorian.

The first two are largely represented by stone statues, Hindu until the 11th century and Buddhist afterwards. Some are huge, some are fragmentary and one or two are huge and fragmentary like a reclining Vishnu who lacks several arms and most of his body yet still dominates the end of the first gallery. Some of the later statues are impressive, the faces emerging from the stone are clearly real people. The best known, though not, I thought, the best statue, is that of the Leper King, Jayavarman VII (1181-1218). Photography in the museum is not permitted, so this is my photograph of the replica which now sits in Angkor Thom where the original used to sit.

Replica of the statue of the Leper King on its original site, Angkor Thom

Post-Angkor is more of a mixed bag including funerary urns, wall panels and other objets d’art.

It is not the biggest or most varied collection, but it is well labelled in English and is worth an hour of anybody’s time.

The Romdeng Restaurant- Training Street Children for a Career

In the evening we followed Kim’s advice and ate at Romdeng – it involved little more than crossing the road from our hotel. The restaurant is a non-profit making school for former street children, the waiting staff wearing identical tee shirts labelled ‘student’ or ‘teacher’ as appropriate.

Through the arch from the road is a relatively quiet garden, but there was no room for us there. The restaurant is popular and without a booking we were lucky to be found a single spare table on the balcony. The service was excellent, the students a real credit to their teachers, and the food was good, too. We had rice pancakes stuffed with yam, beans and beansprouts, and stir fried chicken with courgettes and red chillies.

Having tested out ‘Cambodia Beer’ at lunchtime, we now tried ‘Angkor Beer’ so we had sampled both the country’s main brews. There was little, possibly nothing, to choose between them. Both, made with more rice than barley, are lightweight, fizzy and largely flavour free, but they are cold and wet, which is important in the Cambodian climate.

The meal, including coffee (not a patch on Vietnamese coffee) came to a steepish $22, but it was all for a good cause. The Cambodian currency, the riel, is only used for small change. All prices are quoted in US dollars (not just for tourists) but as there are no coins Cambodian banknotes are used instead of cents. Pegged at 4000 riels to the dollar, the 1000 riel note is used as a ‘quarter’, the 100 riel note as 2½ cents (they are easy to collect and hard to spend) while the 500 riel note must actually be the ‘bit’ American’s refer to when they call a quarter ‘two bits’.

Saturday, 15 February 2014

Chau Doc: Part 3 of Following the Mekong through Vietnam, Cambodia and Laos

Meeting the Cham, Beer Prices and Avoiding Western Food

Vietnam

Arriving in Chau Doc by Sampan

At 6.48 on a clear, fresh Mekong morning we slipped our moorings and headed out into the main western channel of the delta.

Leaving our overnight mooring, Mekong Delta

Our breakfast on the move was much the same as yesterday but included the sweet yellow mango from Sa Dec market. I love mango, but since Lynne claimed Lynne said it tastes like swede – I have to fight that idea before I can pick up my spoon.

The main western channel of the delta

For the first time we saw cultivated fields beside the river; green beans, taro, chillies, sugar cane and aubergines ('egg plants in the US). Tai called them 'eshk plants' the combination of ‘e’ and a hard ‘g’ is problematic for Vietnamese speakers.

Cultivated fields beside the Mekong

After the fields were yet more fish farms and then the city of Chau Doc (more correctly Châu Đốc) came into view. We passed through a floating market....

Floating market, Chau Doc

....and by 10 o’clock were tying up at the jetty of the Victoria Hotel. If our arrival at the boat had involved a little confusion, the Hotel, owned by the same company, had no such problems. We were met with a cup of tea, Cambodian visa application forms and a lunch menu with ‘In Honor of wife and Mr David Roger’ printed on the cover. It was a western menu featuring ‘roasted US beef rib eye with lamb jus sauce’ which seemed a little odd.

We said ‘goodbye’ to Tai and the boat crew who had looked after us so well and settled into our new and very different surroundings.

Waving 'goodbye' to our sampan

Disputing Our Lunch Preference at the Victoria Hotel

We took a walk along Chau Doc prom – which has potential but is currently being dug up – and through the market which was busy and, as always, interesting.

Although it was not obvious to my untrained eye, Chau Doc is one of the most ethnically and religiously diverse cities in Vietnam. 300 years ago the region was part of Cambodia and there is still a Khmer community who following Therevada Buddhism, while the Kinh (Vietnam’s majority community) are largely Mahayana Buddhists. The Cham community are Sunni Muslims while the region is also a stronghold of the Hoa Hao form of Buddhism. Founded locally in 1939 Hoa Hao once had 1.5 million adherents and financed a militia that fought both the French and the communists. It still exists, but is now far less influential.

At 12.30 we turned up for lunch and found a table laid with knives and forks bearing a copy of our ‘special menu’. Another long table had been laid out for a tour group and they had a Vietnamese menu.

We suggested we would prefer the Vietnamese menu, too. This was met with incredulity, our ‘personal’ menu ‘would be better for you’ we were informed. We meet a lot of people who think they know what we like to eat better than we do. After a little gentle persistence we were served banana flower salad, caramelised basa, beef with rice and a palm heart fruit salad. It was all washed down with a small can of the cheapest beer, which set us back 57,000 Dong (£1.80) which sounds modest in western terms, but in Vietnam comes into the ‘you can’t be serious’ category.

Meeting the Cham

A little later a local guide turned up to take us to a Cham village in the Chau Giang district. We made our way down to the jetty to discover that a 35-seater boat had been provided for the two of us.

Two years ago we encountered the Cham in central Vietnam, visiting the ruins of the religious capital at My Son and the museum of Cham artefacts in Da Nang. We did not then realised that their historic territory extended across much of Cambodia and down to the Mekong delta. In the Angkor days they were the main rivals to the Khmer before their defeat in 1181 by King Jayavarman VII (of whom more later) in a naval battle on Tonle Sap Lake. The Cham in Cambodia and the Mekong Delta converted to Islam in the 17th century, but some Cham groups in the Central Highhlands still practice Hinduism like their forebears

A Basa Farm on the Way to the Cham


Fish farms, Chau Doc

On the way we stopped at a fish farm. These typically consist of a floating platform with living quarters, sometimes a hut, sometimes rather more comfortable, while the fish are in an enclosure below. Here they claimed to have some 6000 tonnes of fish beneath their feet, mainly catfish (they are sold the UK as basa - their Vietnamese name - presumably because the British would not buy ‘catfish’).

Feeding equipment and shrine, fish farm, Chau Doc

Government loans are provided to set up fish farms and some are very successful, but it is a risky business. In overcrowded conditions the fish are susceptible to disease, while poor maintenance of the nets can lead to them escaping. In the farm we visited, the tilapia were too small for the wholesalers last year, too big this, but as they cannot be separated from the basa the owners continue to feed them. Despite these problems they are making a satisfactory living by local standards.

The fish beneath our feet, fish farm, Chau Doc

Chau Giang Cham Villiage

Further upstream we moored at a rickety jetty and crossed an even more rickety walkway over marshy ground to reach the outskirts of the village. We were met by a lad of 7 or 8 with his hand outstretched asking for money. He looked well fed and reasonably well dressed.

Our overlarge boat (the one on the left!) at the rickety jetty
Chau Giang

The village consists of several houses on stilts. Beneath, chickens scratch in the dirt and small children run round among the chickens. Slightly larger children descended on us with bags of coconut sweets which they were sure we needed at inflated prices. A girl sat at a loom making silk scarves while older women had stalls selling scarves which may or may not have been silk – one of which we now own. There were no men at home, but all the women wore headscarves so we knew it was a Muslim village even before we heard the call to prayer.

Cham village, Chau Giang, the photo manages to miss all the chickens and most of the children

Our Kinh (Vietnamese) guide clearly had little respect for her Cham neighbours. Some, she told us, have relatives in the US or France who send back money so they have no need to work, others are very poor because they cannot be bothered to work.

The path up to the main road,Cham village, Chau Giang

We climbed the stairs up to house level and then followed the path up to the main road back to Chau Doc. A roadside shop had the name Mubarak Saddam over the door, though whether it was deliberately named after two tyrants or it was just a coincidence I have no idea. Men were making their way towards the mosque wearing skull caps and loose trousers. We followed them as far as the entrance, but as it was prayer time we could not go it.

A worshipper enters the Mubarak mosque, Chau Giang

We returned to the village and then to our overlarge boat.....

Back over the rickety walkway

Other Eating and Drinking Options in Chau Doc

.... which took us back to the hotel where we decided to walk over the road for a coffee. When we reached the coffee shop we looked at the menu and chose to have a beer instead. Leaving the 4-star, foreigner orientated hotel caused the price of a beer (same brand, same size) to drop from 57,000 Dong to 16,000 (50p).

We spotted the tables of a restaurant lining the alley behind the coffee shop, so later in the evening we returned to join a mixed clientele of locals and hotel escapees. The waiting staff consisted of one somewhat disorganised 13 year-old boy who was continually being called over by one party or another to bring items he had forgotten. He brought us menus quickly enough and then a couple of cans of Tiger beer (a refreshing brew at a refreshing 15,000 Dong) but then seemed to forget about us. I was beginning to think we should have gone somewhere else, but eventually we attracted his attention and ordered ‘beef dipped in sweet and sour boiling water’, stewed chicken with garlic and sautéed spinach, also with garlic - it is always good to ensure the vampire problem is solved.

We did not have to wait long before a plate of sliced raw beef arrived. We looked at it for a moment, then it dawned on us that we had ordered a hotpot. Next came a pan of cold water with spices floating in it, followed by some equipment to boil that water and finally the spinach and chicken. Despite my prejudice against going to a restaurant and cooking my own meal, I must admit it was very good. The ‘hot water’ was well flavoured as was the accompanying dipping sauce, the beef was tender, the chicken succulent and spinach garlicky.

Lynne and a hotpot, Chau Doc

Well-fed at very reasonable cost we dropped into the coffee shop again and this time actually had some coffee. Vietnamese coffee is usually served dripping through a metal filter on top of the cup. I like its vicious strength and underlying chocolaty flavour. It may not have been the wisest thing to drink before retiring to bed, but so what.