My final day in Phnom Penh was all about wandering the streets and seeing what life is really like in this cambodian city. It was pretty eye-opening. With my NZ friends, Chris and Susie, I visited the Russian market (after the Russians who shopped there in the 80s) It was chaotic! The streets jammed with motos, people busy buying groceries and it was the most claustrophobic market I have ever been in. The narrow aisles were stocked floor to ceiling with clothing - including lots of dirt cheap levi's, gap and quicksilver clothing (apparently its all made here). Plenty of tourist orientated goods too, but I didn't feel too hassled to buy silk goods or silver.
The Tuk-Tuk rides in Phnom Penh have certainly helped me overcome any fear of driving in Australia that I might have had! There are few road rules and the double lines in the middle of the road are just a suggestion. The only rule I can work out is that if someone honks their horn at you - move out of the way. There is no guarantee that they can stop! This is particularly precarious when overloaded trucks want to get past and there is no room to move.
After visiting the over-rated Wat Phnom (on the only hill in the city, where the locals make money from selling bananas to tourists so they can feed the already obese monkeys!), I walked the streets, bought some prescription sunglasses (Versace at a fifth of the price), and had the most painful massage ever for $7. The evening disappeared after happy hour drinks at the roof top bar of the Foreign Correspondents Club became a meal and a great place to chat with people from all over the world. One couple from the Netherlands were cycling around Cambodia.
The Tuk-Tuk rides in Phnom Penh have certainly helped me overcome any fear of driving in Australia that I might have had! There are few road rules and the double lines in the middle of the road are just a suggestion. The only rule I can work out is that if someone honks their horn at you - move out of the way. There is no guarantee that they can stop! This is particularly precarious when overloaded trucks want to get past and there is no room to move.
After visiting the over-rated Wat Phnom (on the only hill in the city, where the locals make money from selling bananas to tourists so they can feed the already obese monkeys!), I walked the streets, bought some prescription sunglasses (Versace at a fifth of the price), and had the most painful massage ever for $7. The evening disappeared after happy hour drinks at the roof top bar of the Foreign Correspondents Club became a meal and a great place to chat with people from all over the world. One couple from the Netherlands were cycling around Cambodia.
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