This day will be the day of dark history in my travels. Not because of the travels itself, but we went to the Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum. I’m not going to go deep into Cambodian history, but it was not a good place. On the bus ride back to the hostel, there was a weird atmosphere inside the car. Everybody must have had the same; I’m so lucky feeling. In the hostel itself, things quickly went back to normal as there was the swimming pool again. Today, not only a swimming pool but also a guitar.