To Phnom Penh

Remember when I said we averted cholera from the nasty, barefoot squat hole on Phnom Kulen? I guess that was just me. This morning we’re just one for breakfast (on the upside however, I don’t have to share the egg tarts), while I try to find out whether we can extend our stay. I return with news that, no, the hotel does not have availability, but according to the web site, the bus has a “clean and comfortable” toilet. Perhaps she didn’t hear this right, but my sorry-looking travel partner doesn’t seem pleased by this.

It’s a quick 6.5 hours to Phnom Penh, and the bus company provides two small children at no charge to provide seat massage services most of the way. There is Wi-Fi, and with my elbows pointing way out like bat wings I can manage to type up against my chest, so the time is not all a waste. Spew, my seat mate sleeps most of the way which is also probably for the best.

This is definitely the big city, which is generally not a highlight for us. Combined with some of the sad things we are here to see I suspect we won’t Phnom Penh won’t change our minds, but we have three days to give it a shot. On the bright side, there is a market about ten steps from our front door (although you have to walk past the peeled frogs and animal heads to get to the food carts).