Cambodian roads are not the smoothest; there were moments when we thought we were going to die.
We all waddled off the bus. Never felt sexier.
Dizzy, bleary-eyed while bashing into the coach struggling to carry my bag pack, I noticed the others point to the direction of the swimming pool. Ah, now we’re talking.
Welcome to Phnom Penh. The capital of Cambodia.
I & Claire hopped into a Tuk to explore what Phnom Penh could offer us.
We found a nice little hut restaurant called Aniali. We, of course, ordered our favourite drink of refreshment, fresh coconut juice. The perfect way to cool down.
Oh wise words, Aniali. I like this place.
After we had finished playing with our lovely bunch of coconuts (oh behave), we took a walk through the market.
This was a fresh foods local market, so, fried insects anyone?
There’s something wonderful about walking through fresh veg, knowing that it has probably been plucked that morning.
I love how they slap-dash hot or cold food into a plastic bag for you in Asia. It’s great.
As soon as we walked into the fish section, we slowly walked backwards, and both looked at each like, ‘erm, yeah, let’s get out of ere’.
The grand Royal Palace caught our attention. Full name: The Khmer language is Preah Barum Reachea Veang Chaktomuk Serei Mongkol. We were pleased with ourselves that we didn’t have to ask for directions.
After a long hard day of sightseeing, we all went for a dip in the hotel rooftop pool.
Location: Cambodia – Phnom Penh