We walked everywhere in Phnom Penh, dodging broken pavement and piles of trash, and stepping into the street to skirt around food carts and parked vehicles. We kept our heads down to watch where we stepped as we weaved between road and blocked sidewalks. We took quick glances up to make sure we’d not be run over by a motor scooter or a car.
On our walks we often had a destination in mind. Several people recommended having a drink at the FCC (Foreign Correspondents Club) so we climbed the stairs to the bar and found stools with a wonderful view over Sisowath Quay and the Tonle Sap riverfront as the sun was going down.
On one of our walks not far from the Royal Palace we saw a crowd ahead. We hoped something exciting was ahead for us to see, but it was just a tour group lined up in bicycle rickshaws, known as cyclos, with all the drivers in their uniform hats and green shirts. The tourists sat and waited (bored and impatient), while we walked toward them; they continued to wait as we walked by; and we didn’t see them again for many minutes until they caught up to us as they pulled over in front of the National Museum. Our walking was faster than the cyclos that day!
When we walked back to our hotel on a very dark night, a woman was taking photos by the alley wall. We walked over to see a gecko illuminated on a round light fixture. When she left, we took our turn.
Our son, also in Cambodia, took a photo of a “6-Eleven” store. Sure enough, on one of our walks in Phnom Penh we spied a “9-Eleven” store. He suggested we keep our eyes open for an “8-Eleven” and we are.
The National Museum, filled with amazing Angkor sculpture, prominently displayed “no photography” signs. The one exception: $1 charge for photography in the garden. We spent a very long time in the Museum, first with a guide, and then looking on our own. At the end we sat in the garden with a drink and rested in the heat. Here is our $1 photo in the garden: