This morning I went back to the clinic for another drip feed of antibiotics, this time armed with plenty of reading material and the time flew as I further engrossed myself in Loung Ung's 'First they killed my father' book looking at the Khmer Rouge genocide through the eyes of a small child, which is an as rewarding affirmation of the human spirit as much as it is a terrifying account and warning of when it becomes corrupted.
My temples pass now having expired, I decided instead of going to the landmine museum, to try the very recently opened Angkor National Museum. I felt compelled to make some notes as I was pretty much the only person there to begin with and felt like I was inspecting the place. and as it won't yet be reviewed in any guide-books, I'll attempt a review of sorts in this blog for the benefit of those I've met travelling still to get here.
Having been thwarted in giving money to charity via the run and blood to the local children's hospital (there's a big shortage due to a serious outbreak of dengue hemorraegic fever), both due to my infection I decided to go and make a cash donation to Jayavarma 'the greatest' VII children's hospital, to the bemusement of my moto driver, having been moaning to him previously about the money I had to spend on my leg.
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