Phnom Penh - day 2

I'm currently sitting outside listening to the rain fall, drinking a Khmer Martini (fresh mint, ginger vodka and lots of lime). The sounds of Phnom Penh are just a few metres away. Think many motorbikes whizzing past and lots of beeping drowned out by hotel music (you know the type...inoffensive french kind of lounge music). 

Aside from all of that, today I tried to reconcile viewing a nations genocide with popping off to lunch in a beautiful old colonial building and doing a spot of shopping.

Middle class angst at its finest.  The thing I leant the most out of today? Losing around 3 million people out of a population of around 8 million is unfathomable.  The Swiss were wrong about Pol Pot.  While many nations (including Australia) recognised the Khmer Rouge's regime even when shiz was getting real, we clearly haven't learnt that much from this recent history. Syria anyone?  

Chasing Honeybaby (part 1 & part 2)

As I meander down the streets of Phnom Penh, I can't help but think of my fellow Honeybaby friend, from nearly this time last year in Spain.  But this drive today, definitely thinking about how great it would be to share my tuk tuk with her on this trip.

Phnom Penh

Only a two hour flight but a world away from Guangzhou city.  The drive from the airport was so familiar - that South East Asia thing. Warm air, roadside food stalls busy at midnight, drizzling rain, eclectic driving.

And in the morning I woke to the sound of traffic - well motorbikes and tuk tuks. And now I sit at 5pm listening to the same sounds again. The air is warm, and I sip cocktails as the world outside goes by. 

Staying at Rambutan, had lunch at Friends. Visited the palace, the national museum and 240 Street.