I can’t believe that I was concerned about the traffic a few days ago. Singapore has nothing on Phnom Penh. I don’t think there are any traffic rules over here. I seriously can’t believe that we didn’t have a crash today, but somehow we managed to escape. The traffic is something that needs to be seen to believe. People cart around everything on bikes here, it’s a real inspiration to me. My favorites have been a fridge, held on only by the hands of the pillion, a double bed mattress and a ,man selling balloons, a funny sight when driving as they all float behind him madly.
The next point of craziness is the markets. We went to both the big ones, central and Russian, and they were both as crazy as each other. It’s like god sent down a mass dumping of a clothes resellers and fake Louie Vitton bags, shoes and books, watches and bike parts and instead of them all being distributed evenly, they all ended up in Phnom Penh.
The third crazy thing of this city is the fact that there are so many French people here. I mean I know it’s a former French colony, but do they really need to come back? If I had wanted a croissant, I would have gone to Paris. The last thing the poor people of this country need is an attitude.
Tomorrow we head to the “worlds worst railway”. We checked out the station today and… it’s going to be an interesting trip. Lets see how far of the trip we will actually travel before we get fed up and catch the bus.
Until then, salut.
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