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By: Marie-Eve Vallières

In the first half of a double feature about the Classic Mekong river cruise with Pandaw River Expeditions via their Canadian wholesaler GLP Worldwide, our journalist recounts her experience in the Indochina peninsula.

The muggy, sweltering air hits my nostrils as soon as I exit the plane - the fourth in less than 36 hours but I know full well that the drawn-out journey to Siem Reap will be generously rewarded. This is the start of a dream voyage that will take me from the Angkor temples to the roaring mayhem that is Phnom Penh following the bends of the mythical Mekong River, peeking at floating villages and Buddhist monasteries along the way.

I’ve only been here for a few days and yet I’ve already come to the realization that the primary force of attraction, here, is not something that tourists will find in glossy brochures.

Neighbouring Thailand might informally be known as the “country of smiles” but truth be told, the praiseworthy title might as well have been awarded to Cambodia; its inhabitants are some of the most amicable I’ve met despite the profound wounds caused by the sanguinary genocide - call a spade a spade - led by Pol Pot against its own people in 1975 and the modest, if not downright difficult conditions in which the vast majority still live in nowadays. They’ve turned out to be one of the strongest archetypes of resilience and unconditional kindness I’ve come across to this day.

My summary of a transformative seven-day trip in Cambodia.

A Worthwhile Detour to Siem Reap

Although the Pandaw river cruise technically starts 250 kilometres south of Siem Reap in Kampong Cham, it would simply be inconceivable to trek all the way to Cambodia and skip its UNESCO World Heritage Angkor temples.

For once, jetlag is my friend and I wake up at the break of dawn to the first rooster crow. It’s just as well: I’ll be one of the first visitors to get to the temples, thus avoiding the masses, the sun’s zenith and its inevitable, overpowering warmth - it’s only 6 a.m. in Siem Reap and we’re well on our way to a balmy 30 degrees. Best to make the most of my morning while it’s still manageably warm.

The velvety sunrise casts a golden light on all of Angkor for a truly magical welcome. At this hour, only early-rising tourists and agitated rhesus macaques rustling leaves on their daily harvest trouble the utter tranquillity and stillness of the temples. For a minute, I feel completely alone within these walls and I am left speechless (a notable rarity) before the sheer size and complexity of the site.

My guide Te skillfully explains the history and legends of the Khmer Empire in the 12th Century as well as the numerous subtleties of the Buddhist and Hindu bas-relief of the many temples we are exploring together. Overall, it was a rather speedy visit, considering the UNESCO site encompasses roughly 280 temples; but after admiring the Buddha faces around Bayon, the overgrown greenery over at Angkor Thom and the marvellous architecture of Angkor Wat, I am simply exhausted by the humid heat and the 12 million steps I walked (rough estimate) and I am, truthfully, looking forward to a poolside break at the Lotus Blanc five-star resort. The night concludes with a delectable Khmer curry served in a banana leaf at Genevieve’s on Sok San Street and a surprising circus inspired by Cambodian history.

Sailing Along the Mekong’s Curves

There is no doubt that the country’s two major cities are growing at an unprecedented rate. However, it’s not until I make it to the countryside that I can fully grasp the reality of life in Cambodia. The curiously flat landscapes are dotted with stilt houses - that are not only used as protection during monsoon and as an improvised cowshed, but also to, symbolically, get closer to the gods. In addition, water buffalo and skinny Brahman cows thrive in the luxuriant vegetation. Oh, how fertile and generous these lands are!

But what my fellow cruise mates and I preferred, with a crushing majority, are the toddlers and teenagers impatiently waiting for the boat to navigate past their house while shouting “Hello! Hello! Hello!” at the top of their lungs - possibly the only English words they’ll ever know - and vigorously waving their hands at us. Contrary to kids being forced to harass tourists by their parents at the temples, these children are simply, genuinely happy to have people over, however brief the visit. It’s in these parts of Cambodia, far from the madding crowds and the urban cacophony, that I will truly be able to communicate with locals despite the incalculable cultural gap that separates us. From the smile of the fishmonger to the little girls who brought me freshly picked coral-hued flowers, the irony is not lost on me that it’s often those who have nothing to give who will surprise you the most. These encounters are now a truly unforgettable memory for me.

Out of the many stops along the mythical Mekong, four were particularly noteworthy: the absence of crowds at the colourful Wat Preah Angkoak temple; the silversmith community at Prek Kdam; the primary school at Angkorban and, especially, the floating village of Kampong Chhnang. Comprising a few hundred houses built atop bamboo trees and artisanal fish farms, this village is painted in almost every shade of blue to honour Norodom Sihamoni, the King of Cambodia. This is also where visitors will find a lively yet rather primitive fish market, which, despite its irrefutably fetid smell, is still well worth a look in order to fully understand how people live in the Tonle Sap area.

The Capital: Phnom Penh

No doubt here: we’ve definitely left the peaceful countryside behind. Singing birds have been replaced with honking tuk-tuks and the reddish-ochre Mekong riverbanks have made way for an amalgam of mismatched buildings with a certain je-ne-sais-quoi dating back to the French colonial era. Phnom Penh is truly where Cambodian chaos culminates with no sidewalks, no seat belts, no lanes, no traffic lights, no rules. Mysteriously enough, I have not witnessed any accidents in this sojourn although I did suffer from several minor heart attacks as zooming cars cut off the rickshaw I was sitting in by just a few centimetres. A little too close for comfort, and yet, not one casualty to report.

Once dubbed “the pearl of Asia”, Phnom Penh is a definitive assault on the senses after the quietude of the countryside but its Royal Palace, its National Museum, its diverse markets and its expanding café-terrace culture make it an interesting destination, along with its tragic modern history.

Not unlike most Cambodians, the close family of my guide Som was deeply affected by Pol Pot’s merciless regime which resulted in the subsequent deaths of several family members, including a few he even had to witness with his own eyes. My heart sinks while listening to his recount. Visiting the tragically yet aptly named Killing Fields and the Tuol Sleng genocide museum, both in Phnom Penh, suddenly hits much closer to home and takes on a new perspective. The horrendous acts performed within these walls are simply indescribable and I can barely bring myself to step into the succession of rooms filled with photographs of victims taken before their untimely demise. Not one person exits the gates without a dull look, troubled by the inherent horror of the museum and the sombre realization that even four decades later we are not any safer from such heinous acts.

Clearly, Phnom Penh isn’t for the faint-hearted. It lacks the enchantment and mystique of the Angkor Temples and it can be overwhelmingly busy at times; on the other hand, it simply must be seen once in a lifetime simply to honour the genocide’s two million victims.

Final Thoughts

In all honesty, I initially had mixed feelings about travelling to Cambodia for a full week. It was my first time in South East Asia and I foolishly let myself be influenced by a series of negative clichés Cambodia is so often associated with: filthiness, corruption, poverty, horror. And I would be lying if I said that none of them are true - they all are to at least some extent - and that all is well when in reality there is still so much to be done socially, environmentally, medically and legally.

But more than anything else, I was deeply moved by the powerful optimism and the infectious smiles of children, professors, bystanders and vendors that I came across throughout the 430 kilometres of this voyage. These are the memories I want to cherish; improbable encounters and the discovery of not just the Angkor temples but the people of Cambodia.

By: Marie-Eve Vallières

In the second half of a double feature about the Classic Mekong river cruise with Pandaw River Expeditions via their Canadian wholesaler GLP Worldwide, our journalist recounts her experience in the Indochina peninsula.

Dusk was settling in as the Tonle ship was slowly making its way further downstream the hectic Vietnamese Mekong. Not wanting to miss a minute from this impromptu show, I ascended to the sun deck to admire the desultory choreography taking place before me, mentally thanking our captain’s nerves of steel. We had only just left Cambodia but the contrast was already quite striking; the bucolic scenes of the tranquil countryside were far behind us, both figuratively and literally, as we entered the chaos that is the Mekong Delta. Cable ferries, fishing barges, dredging boats and private vessels crisscrossed dangerously just a few feet below, apparently unfazed by the ear-splitting horns of our ship – it seemed as though everyone was too busy disputing its little portion of Mekong to care.

Crossing the maritime border between Cambodia and Vietnam was a smooth process – there are very few things a few dollars can’t fix in these parts anyway – and we arrive in Chau Doc right on the dot, ready for tomorrow’s expedition.

Villages of the Mekong

With its Muslim community and its mosque, Chau Doc is a rather unusual place; in fact, it benefits from a surprising cultural diversity for a village this size. I leave the antique wooden barge and hop on a rickety bamboo bridge that will lead me across a canal carpeted by lush floating plants and finally emerge next to stilt houses. Perched high on the banks of River Bassac, they allow me to cheekily observe how locals live by peeking inside their rudimentary dwellings.

I head towards the high street at a leisurely pace where I stumble upon a minuscule, raucous and fragrant – to put it lightly – street market. At this point, a PSA is necessary: even if there were anything vaguely resembling a public health code in Vietnam, let me tell you that it is not heavily enforced. Fish worryingly wait for their inevitable faith wriggle in a makeshift basin (in Vietnam, fish is only decapitated at the request of the client in order to demonstrate freshness) while raw meat is stored in a wicker basket on the back of a motorcycle fully exposed to the blaring sun. Lorries and buses zoom past just a few metres from the scene and yet, this is just how markets are done in Vietnam, with no one to give it any second thought.

For lack of sustainment – I do not think either my stomach or my immune system would be keen to forgive an affront of the sort – I leave the market with what I think is a rather good series of images, surprised at and thankful for the spontaneity and friendliness with which Vietnamese people greet photographers.

Through the excursions on the Pandaw cruise, I will have the chance to visit a floating market, an artisanal fish farm and even a community whose livelihood is almost entirely based on rice by-products. A sudden deluge keeps me holed up inside the building where the centre of production is. It’s just as well; I now have plenty of time to greet labourers and admire their effort, from the lady in charge of making paper rice to the men overseeing puffed rice.

I was also able to visit Sa Dec. With a population nearing 150,000 inhabitants, this place has the allure and the atmosphere I expected from busy South-East Asia – I learn that it once was the informal capital of the Mekong Delta in the 19th century. European tourists beeline for the sino-French house portrayed in The Lover novel and film by Marguerite Duras, which is an autofiction based on her early life in Indochina.

It’s actually a delightful urban pagoda dating back to 1895 and this is where the protagonist Huynh Thuy Le lived. Those unfamiliar with the author discovered the immense public market, which unfolds over several blocks; meat, flowers, fruits, vegetables, fish, rice… the stalls pile up and yet none of them is vacant. Here, I feel as though I’m truly at the centre of the activity and this vigour makes me twice as excited for our final stop, the Vietnamese capital.

Ho Chi Minh City

Formerly known as Saigon, the capital takes me by absolute surprise despite the abundant advice I received before I got here. I thought I was mentally prepared for the nonsensical pandemonium. How naïve of me! In Ho Chi Minh City, crossing the street is nothing short of bravery: in the absence of traffic lights, eight million scooters continuously dash towards their destination without a care in the world for helpless pedestrians. The only possible way to reach the adjacent sidewalk is to spot a gap – however small – in traffic, step onto the street confidently and hope for the best.

At this point, I’m not sure whether I’m sweating because it’s 40 degrees outside or because I’m genuinely frightened for my life, but the rush of adrenaline throws me into an uncontrollable laughter once I do make it to the other side all limbs visibly unscathed… until I have to do it all again 100 metres further.

Experiencing Saigon is also done by visiting its historic attractions spanning French colonisation to the American war, from alleys where time seems to have stood still to incensed-out temples, and from the strikingly European Notre-Dame cathedral to the discordant Palace of Reunification, and, of course, the Cu Chi tunnels.

There are more than enough things to do in Ho Chi Minh to keep me busy for a few days – in fact, I would require a full week simply to taste the gastronomic offering. Pho! Grilled meat! Noodles! Spring rolls! Alas, I only have 48 hours to make the most of the capital and I choose to top it off with rooftop sunset drinks at the posh Rex Hotel.

The audacity and the complex history of Vietnam make it a country heavy with contrasts that I feel must be visited on several occasions in order to fully comprehend its identity. I’ve only scratched the surface but I choose to see it as an excuse to return rather than an all-too-short trip. I’ll see you soon, dearest Vietnam.

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