Driving back through Phnom Penh, it would appear that there are but two roundabouts and two traffic lights in the entire city.
After lunch, things cheer up a bit with a visit to the Royal Palace, although I think we're all getting a bit fed up
with the relentless expectation that we'll cough up money: only one of the thirteen in the group buys the extra $2
camera pass for the palace (and which doesn't even allow photography in the buildings), and the palace guide
gets a very minimal tip (as our third nested guide for the day: the Exodus guide, a Phnom Penh guide and a
Anyway, the palace has a curiously eclectic feel to it; lots of the displays feel like we're wandering through someone's attica morass of random junk, only more gilden than you'd find in the average attic.
(Mobile moment #3: man driving scooter loaded with goods through busy intersection with mobile phone to ear).