Human Atrocities

So Saigon has come and gone. Every city I have been to so far certainly has its own flare and identity. Saigon was the city of motor scooters. Literally thousands everywhere. It was like a peleton of motor scooters, crossing the road was a life and death experience. Try it hung over and tired and your lucky to make it to the other side. It really is just a sea of motor scooters.
My main reason for going to Saigon was to see the Cu Chi tunnels. These are the tunnels that the Viet Cong used in the war. In California I have a good friend of mine who's job it was was to flush the V.C. out of these tunnels. These tunnels are extremely tiny to say the least and I cannot imagine how difficult this job must have been. Not to mention the whole area was booby trapped with different forms of killing devices such as holes with speared bamboo sticks covered in poisonous snake venom. Crazy what humans will do to each other.
So there I am sitting at a cafe in Saigon, I pick up the news paper from Australia and open it up. Sort of ironic, because I opened it strait up to reading about my buddy that was killed down that way a few years ago. The driver that killed him was on trial and the case had just wrapped up. Damian played a signifigant role in me packing my bags and leaving, and here I am in Saigon, pick up a Aussie news paper, open it up, and there he is. Go figure!
Now I have made it Cambodia, checking out some of Pol Pots fine work. Sort of strange to be in this city that was in complete turmoil just 30 years ago. So after having my cappuccino and croissant I headed to the killing fields to see what this whacked out individual was up to. He was quite frugal in his ways of killing. To save money, he and his cronies would just whack the person upside the head, often times slow miserable deaths. Music played in the trees so that the others could not hear what was going on. What could possess someone to do this really is unfathomable to me. Another go figure!