Phnom Penh

We arrived in Phnom Penh this afternoon after a 6 hour bus ride from Siem Reap. "The bus is very comfortable and air conditioned!"they told us as we booked the tickets...unfortnately this wasn't the case. Sitting next to the engine and bathroom, the smell of diesel permeated every breath. Bea got sick from the fumes and the stuffy air in the rear of the bus feeling nauseated the entire ride. Although I wasn't super comfortable, the heat and smells didn't bother me as much as I got lost in the book I am currently reading "First They Killed My Father," a story of a young girl who survivied 3 years of Khmer Rouge rule.

3 rivers converge on the banks of Phnom Penh, the Tonle Sap, Tonle Bassac, and the Menkong. Bea and I took a private boat tour of the rivers with the stunning skyline of the city as a fantastic backdrop.

Upon arrival in Phnom Pehn one of the first things I noticed was the lack of structure on the streets. There are absolutely no rules of the road. Cars are imported from all over the world, and thus, half the cars have steering wheels on the left and half have steering wheels on the right side of the cars. Choosing which side of the street you drive on is completely at your own discression. The thousands of motos create utter chaos as they weave in and out of all of the cars and trucks. Despite the chaotic flow of vehicles on the roads here, it somehow all works in perfect harmony.