This was always going to be a tough day, but a necessary one. Every visitor to Cambodia denounces the capital Phnom Penh as a dirty city that has no redeeming features other than the necessity of visiting the two most well known relics of its brutal history: the Killing Fields and the notorious torture prison Tuong Sleng or S21. For what it’s worth, I found the city to be perfectly decent although by no means a wonderful place. There are decent cafes, restaurants and good hostels. Nevertheless, I was really only here for one reason and that was a painful one. Continue reading
“No thank you”
“You need hotel? I know really nice hotel. Cheap cheap. Ten dollar”
“No, thanks. I have a reservation”
“…You need hotel? Ten dollar”
“I… no, really. It’s fine. Thanks. I have a reservation. Could you tell me which way the cathedral is?”
“That way”, he says, pointing down the road.
So after ten minutes of walking in the wrong direction, I finally figured out the correct way to go, arriving wet and cold in the dark. Bastard taxi drivers have it in for me wherever I go. Continue reading