After a pleasant boat journey, a very smooth border crossing (especially compared to the last one) and a squashed mini bus ride we arrived in Phnom Penh, the city where the streets have no names. Except for the few main ones, they really don't. They're all numbered, not in the most logical way, but it seems to work for them.
I'm not sure if I like Phnom Penh; it's an intriguing mix of old and new, rich and poor, grandure and squalour but as we were walking around you couldn't help but feel that it was missing something... We've no idea what!
We visited the S21 school prison museum and the killing fields which were intence experiences. The way people were treated and how many died is undescribable. I expected some hype amoung the people because 'Duch'(one of the main men in Pol Pot's regieme) is on trial at the moment but they see to be happy getting on with their lives.
The national museum was a worthwhile attraction and displays many Angkor ruins including those that were hidden and survived Pol Pot's regieme but the Grand Palace was a little dissapointing. It survived fairly well under Pol Pot's regieme but there is lasting damage and many buildings are off limits and it's difficult not to compare it to the grandure of Bangkok's Grand Palace.
Phnom Penh is a pleasant place which is lucky because we definately will return - it's the only way to get about the country!
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