Something struck me about the oddity of war and death memorials on this trip - in particular with the tourism of them. Now, I’m all for education, if only to prevent these from ever happening again. But, something struck me oddly while touring Vietnam and Cambodia’s historical places. The number of people photographing these horrors and posing in front of them. I was a little dumbstruck. I didn’t snap a picture of the girls posing below, but moments before they had been enacting all kinds of faces photographing themselves in front of a gun.
There is something gruesome about posing with elements of war. Cutesy asian and anglo tourists would strike poses, smile with doubled fingers, in front of these killing machines and horrific displays. I found myself fascinated by this strange display. They guy photographing the Killing Fields memorial kept trying for different angles, moving around to capture that perfect shot. Is the guy photographing those skulls going to go home and show them off to friends and family? What conversation will they have after that? The girls jumping for a photograph in front of a gun that killed thousands will post it to facebook, a delightful capturing of their excursion to Vietnam. Just, odd odd odd.
But then, my photographing them is odd too.
The last picture is a sign at most of the sites we visited. Intially, I thought it strange to need to post a ‘no laughing or smiling’ sign but as I toured I saw a lot of examples of people laughing and playing around on the sites. Part of me feels it is just a reaction to such a horror to see, not really knowing what to do – you laugh.
I remember reading or hearing about something a while back on the recent rise of ‘dark tourism,’ where people go to disaster or war torn areas for vacation. Sometimes they go to help out with a relief effort or offer aid, but sometimes they go just to see it. I’m not sure how I feel about this. Many writers, such as Orwell or Hemingway, joined military groups and war efforts to get experience for their writings; yet, something seems odd about purposefully traveling to a location out of simple curiosity with no real humanitarian spirit or conviction of belief in a cause. Or, perhaps I’m just making too much out of people taking vacation pictures.
























