Morakat Hotel Phnom Penh
33 Street 107 Phnom Penh, 12151, Cambodia
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Cambodia's Capital
Another six hour bus ride through more villages that look exactly the same and we make it to the busy and hectic capital of Phnom Penh where we're staying for five nights (which gives us time to get our Vietnam visa sorted). There's a strong French influence here with colonial shop-houses lining the bolevards and the occasional monument or public …
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Phnom Penh
... blive konge efterfoelgende, for den nuvaerende faar i hvert fald ingen efterkommere, mente han. ;o)
Fandt en Sugar Palm restaurant ikke langt fra os, hvor vi spiste dejlig mad i aftes - omgivelserne stod ikke maal med Sugar Palm i Siem Reap, men godt var det.
Den foerste dag gik vi en tur i omraadet for lige at se, hvor vi var. Havnede nede ved Mekong floden - jeg taenker hver gang, taenk, at vi staar her ved Mekong floden, som jeg altid forbinder med ...
Spiders and disappointments
A tarantula can't hold on to your skin very well. We were picked up about 8am to travel to Skun to see how the spiders are caught, cooked and eaten. It took about an hour to get there and on the way the guide explained abit more of the cambodian history, as always history is written by the victors and then can be another side to it.
When we arrived at Skun we were immediately approached by three ...
The First Bus of Many
... I could only see my pack and not Lucky's. I ran back to the bus and they had emptied all bags from the bus. Both of us started to panic but we calmed down and searched again. We found the bag in the back of the office behind a cabinet hidden from plain sight.
We went to the riverside for dinner and cocktails after checking into out hotel. Room was fantastic only downside was that it was on the 3rd floor and no lifts. It was ...
Life in Phnom Penh
... the entrance to my alley there lies another girlie bar. The Red Bar seems to have the dregs of the elite bars. Badly dressed girls mill around the quiet entrance. I was surprised to see a group of monks exiting there a few days ago until I noticed the flower petals scattered upon the ground and realised that they had been blessing the business. An odd thought in itself.
In the mornings my streets are speckled with sienna ...



