Hope blooms in Cambodian resort
In Cambodia, as the pain of the brutal Khmer Rouge years is relived in a
courtroom in Phnom Penh, Petroc Trelawny goes further back in time to
revisit the days of the French colonial era - and explores one of their
old seaside playgrounds.
The security guard finally appeared, after my driver had spent some
minutes shouting and banging the gate.
He was a middle-aged man, who stumbled out of what had once been the
reception room window, down the curved ramp passing the crumbling
remains of a pair of cast-concrete statues.
A few dollar bills later, the rusty chain around the gate was loosened
and I was in.
Ghostly remains
Kep-sur-Mer is what the French called this small town in colonial times.
A nice beach, lush forestation, and sea breezes to keep the colons
[colonisers] cool - all this a matter of hours by car from the heat and
dust of the capital.
From the end of World War II through until the mid 1960s, French
settlers - and a few rich Cambodians - built dozens of bungalows and
villas for themselves.
Then came the gradual rise of the Khmer Rouge. It soon became too
dangerous to leave Phnom Penh.
At first the contents of the weekend homes were looted, then the doors
and window-frames and roof tiles were taken.
What was left was then abandoned to the elements, or set ablaze as part
of the Khmer Rouge's quest to eliminate anything to do with an imperial
past.
But the buildings were too well constructed to be completely destroyed.
Now Kep is full of ruins, houses with crumbling verandas where pastis
was once sipped as the sun set, lovingly tended vegetable plots now
overgrown, trees where beds and sofas were once carefully arranged.
Of all the ghostly remains, my home-behind-the-gates was by far the most
spectacular.
A grand double-fronted residence, with wide balconies on the first floor
and gaping gaps where shuttered French windows would once have stood.
Perhaps he dreams of a day when Cambodia's situation is more
stable, rosier, and Kep-sur-Mer as was, can become a royal resort once
again
But there was something different about this place, and it took me a few
moments to work out what. Then I realised. The ruin was surrounded by
perfectly kept gardens.
The lawn was trimmed, the shrub-beds immaculate, the white roses
carefully pruned.
The young gardener soon appeared, a broad smile on his face as he
carried buckets of water.
Round the back of the house was his well, and his toddler daughter,
alarmingly amusing herself playing with an axe.
The powder-blue bathroom has long since fallen into disrepair
I pointed to show that I would like to look inside the house, and he
waved me in.
Red and white tiles still covered 60% of the floor. In the central hall,
an elegantly curved staircase slowly wound its way upstairs, its
banisters long gone.
The walls were riddled with bullet marks - there had obviously once
been some stand-off here.
The occupant of the master-bedroom would have enjoyed spectacular views
of the Gulf of Thailand.
The adjacent bathroom had once boasted a powder-blue suite - most of it
gone, or reduced to rubble, save for the lavatory roll holder, which
somehow had survived intact.
Mysterious benefactor
Then came a clue as to the ownership of this house. Another bedroom had
been turned into a makeshift classroom.
A series of cartoons painted on the wall seemed to poke fun at the
government.
In one a spotlight shone on a man in a suit, who looked like Hun Sen,
prime minister for the past 25 years. In the beam, the word
"transparency" was written in English and in capitals.
On another wall, a blackboard had the words along the top, again in
English, HM Norodom Sihanouk, King of Cambodia.
Sihanouk was monarch until 2004, when he unexpectedly abdicated, handing
power to one of his sons, Norodom Sihamoni, a former ballet dancer who
has spent most of his life abroad.
"King house, king house," my driver told me as we pulled away, waving
goodbye to the gardener and his daughter.
In fact as I discovered later, it was actually the villa of the king's
mother.
The Khmer Rouge abolished money and private property
The king's own residence is on a bluff the other side of town, a '60s
fantasy with sweeping picture windows and circular terraces overlooking
the sea.
Again the house is crumbling, but the grounds are perfectly maintained.
So who is paying the gardeners? Locals told me that money arrives
regularly and discreetly from the royal family itself.
Kep is gradually coming to life again.
French families are staying in the simple hotel on the beach and an
eco-resort has opened in the hills.
The grand former colonial governor's house - rather like a Normandy
chateau - has been restored and surrounded by chalets, though a
financial dispute means the complex is currently locked shut.
Cambodia now attracts over a million foreign tourists a year, but
Norodom Sihamoni is king of a nation that is still high up the UN list
of Least Developed Countries and suffers from what has been described as
"pandemic" corruption.
Recently the IMF announced Cambodia's economic outlook was distinctly
gloomy.
But if it is the king who is keeping his gardens growing in this little
coastal town, perhaps he dreams of a day when Cambodia's situation is
more stable, rosier, and Kep-sur-Mer as was, can become a royal resort
once again.
