Frangipani Fine Arts Hotel
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- Shuttle bus service
- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Room service
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Today was a tour of two contrasts - the beauty of the Royal Palace and the horrors of S21 and the 'Killing Fields' Our first stop in Phnom Penh was the beautiful Royal Palace, still the residence of the current king of Cambodia. It was built in the 1860s and is a fine example of Khmer architecture. We visited the throne room, the Moonlight Pavilion …
That morning we visited the famous Cu Chi Tunnels, a sprawling underground network of tunnels and living quarters used by the Viet Cong during the war. I went a small distance into the tunnels to see what they were like - hot and humid and very small, the white t- shirt was a wardrobe disaster for the day as you couldn't help but scrape against the …
... to Kampot.
Dee had researched the Buses that we needed to get whilst in Cambodia and this was great. Tom our Tuk Tuk driver seemed to have a better idea so we went with him as he seemed nice and we thought that local knowledge was good. We went to a company that had all the routes covered so we thought that this would be better than going to 3 different ones. As we were soon to find out what a bad move this was. ...
... we all returned to our tree houses. I was sharing with the lovely Bev in our little compartment. We all said goodnight and settled down to sleep. It was pitch black so we couldn't see a thing and we could hear all the animals outside. Part-way through the night I woke up as there was something/someone in my bed! I was very confused so I started to feel around and try to work out who/what is was. At first I thought it was Tor and that he'd gotten into out compartment by accident. Then ...
... I could do but carry the strap of my bag. The hostel manager and owner heard my screams from their flats and came to walk me back. I felt so so angry that it had happened and kept wondering if only I hadn't looked down at the bottle perhaps I would have reacted quicker and caught them before they pulled away. Anger and adrenaline soon turned to tears knowing I had lost a shed load of money, my iPhone, my iPod, my driving license and all of my bank cards to name a few. I ...