From Battambang, Gabe and I traveled southeast to Phonm Penh, Cambodia’s capital. Our five-hour bus ride featured crying babies, puking young women and screaming loud television programs. Phonm Penh is a big, crazy city packed with people, motorbikes, cyclos, bicycles and a few cars. Cyclos are little one-person carriages hooked up to bicycles, usually powered by an ancient Cambodian man. We looked at half a dozen hotels lacking cleanliness or good price before finding a nice one with a fan, two twin beds, a TV and an elevator for $7. We spent the next few days walking all over the city, exploring. Here, for the first time on my trip, I saw a huge economic divide. I saw very rich Cambodians and I saw incredibly destitute Cambodians. There were locals living in beautiful, modern apartments, shopping
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