Upon departing Bangkok, Christine and Tracy went directly to Siem Reap, the town outside of Angkor Wat. Meanwhile, Johnvey and I flew to Phnom Penh, the capital of Cambodia. Phnom Penh, unfortunately, reminded me of an impoverished Mexican city, but french style. And without chicle. It was not very clean. That's a bit of an understatement. We spent a day there visiting the palace, the national musuem and the museum where Pol Pot kept prisoners during his reign of terror (this last part being particularly depressing). One funny observation - when we took a repose in the huge air conditioned mall, we couldn't help but notice how dressed up the young people were and man, is there an epic of asian boy band haircuts! We spent one night in Phnom Penh and in the morning, took
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