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It sure sounded like a good idea at the time.... Andrew and Theresa had told us what a great time they'd had bicycling out to the Killing Fields memorial located on the outskirts of Phnom Penh. It's only about 15km's of flat road where we thought we'd see a different side to the city. We also wanted to take our time getting out there to reflect on the history of what we were going to see.
The accident happened about 10-12 km's into the ride - almost there - we were going real slow, taking our time, trying to go with the flow of traffic. Hedda was right on the side of the road attempting to go around a parked truck when a guy on a moto zoomed by, passing on her inside, completely cutting her off. She tried to brake but the heavy load of wood he was transporting on the back of his bike caught her handlebars and next thing you know she was on the ground wrapped up in her bike.
She jumped up right away and took measure of her wounds. Luckily no broken bones, she hadn't hit her head, and she was standing there shouting "Goddamn Mother@#cker get back here so I can kick your ass!!!" The Cambodian people were great. Almost every single person coming down the road from behind stopped immediately to see if she was OK. The people on the side of the road came out of their shops offering tissues, strange salves and comfort.
Of course the bastard who'd sideswiped Hedda was long gone. We found out later that typically in Cambodia the Police are not called to the scene to sort accidents out. The guy that cut Hedda off should have stopped and probably paid her about $30-$40. We just thought he should have stopped to apologize....
After racing down the wrong side of the road to get back to Hedda and make sure she was OK, I organized a Tuk Tuk back to our hotel where she was able to clean her wounds with soap and a toothbrush, Betadine and then Neosporin and bandages. A couple of hours later we made it to the the Killing Fields......... By Tuk Tuk.