Entering Cambodia
October 13-25 2002
At the Phnom Penh airport your passport is passed along from one to another of 13 uniformed and polished immigration officials sitting all in a row before it is finally stamped. I think to myself that this may be an omen of things to come but our interaction with the country’s bureaucracy turned out to be minimal.
I’m exhausted from trying to sort out all my conflicted feelings about Vietnam and don’t feel like doing much which is ok anyway because Bob turned up with a gastro-intestinal condition the day after we arrive that takes about three days to work itself out so to speak.
Walking around the town center reminds me of what I think of as the wild west in the states..dirt roads full of potholes and detritus…4-wheel drives and motorcycles and bicycles throwing hot dust in your face as they go by. Later on we discovered that the main roads in the nicer parts of town were paved.
Tags: Cambodia, Phnom Penh
Zoe
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