Not like any other capital i've ever seen. No highrise buildings, no mcdoogles or bugger king in sight (although I did see a kfc), PP is the real deal. A swirling chaotic mass of human weirdness. The bikes swerve and jostle like crazed giant ants, the people are friendly, warm, some badly deformed, always laughing, shouting, selling, hassling. Its mad, mad, mad. But what can you do in PP (apart from watch the amazing lilfe unfold around you)? Well of course there is the jovial highlight known a Toul Sleng (formely Security Prison 21 under the Khmer Rouge) - the Genocide Museum. Well is was an experience, not one you could ever say you enjoyed, but worthwile nevertheless. It was a school, then a toture chamber, with tiny brick sells and a history of unimaginable cruelty.
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