[reading: Neal Stephenson, "Quicksilver"]
Thankfully, the road from Siem Reap to Phnom Penh is in a decent condition and so this bus journey is quite pleasant.
The hotel is also just along from the
Foreign Correspondent's Club, where we all congregate for dinner.
Noticing the geckos here more than I did in Thailand; they seem to have found a loophole in the whole gravity thing, and their gait when they move is quite fascinationtheir bodies oscillate between bending to the left and to the right.
Being here does fill me with the urge to watch 'The Year of Living Dangerously' again; maybe I should have a rental session when I get back and also watch 'Bridge On The River Kwai' and 'The Killing Fields' too.
I've noticed far fewer misspellings of English words in Cambodia than Thailand; I wonder if this reflects a different kind of script for Cambodian (maybe alphabetic rather than syllabic?).
I have to admit I'm not all that keen on Cambodia. It feels like I'm just regarded as a walking dollar bill, and one that the locals don't want to let get away. I guess that's because there are still so few westerners visiting, and they're so rich in comparison. Still, everything's much more expensive than Thailand (heading towards non-city US prices) and it's tiring just walking down the street and fending off the vendors and beggars (the first I've seen on the trip).