As soon as I am able to get my pictures out of my digital wallet, I will be posting them here on this page.
Phnom Penh is an incredible, city, as you travel through the streets that have been bombed over and over again, you get a sense for this place and the strife and struggle that has been ongoing here for hundreds of years. The people are very friendly and helpful, as much as they can be. You see, most of the country is illiterate, even to their own written language. I tried to have the name of the place I wanted to go to written on a piece of paper in Kmher, the local written language, but most of the motorbike drivers were clueless. Most of the locals would be able to speak very broken English at best. But with a little patience, you can succeed in getting most anything you need there.
One time, while driving around, looking for the Foreign Police, the motorbike driver was just driving around in large circles, stopping to ask somebody every once in a while where the office was, and I noticed that a man on the sidewalk had a pistol in his hand. He was cocking it over and over again, and I got really scared that he was going to try to mug us or something. Finally, the driver found the Foreign Police, and I went in to bribe the local authorities to give me a note stating that I had lost my passport for the US embassy.
If you've had enough, head back.
Or back to the East.
Or all the way Home.