Phnom Penh

Jackhammers (no, not a euphemism for pretty little tropical birds with beautiful singing voices but real life Kangos) start at 08:00. Luckily I'm up and about but Amanda is still in bed. Get the real password from reception and start blogging over breakfast.

Keen to explore, we start at the  Tuol Sleng (genocide) museum, a chilling reminder of the atrocities from the Pol Pot regime. Not our usual choice of museum but Chris said we ought to go to get a feel for the history of Cambodia.

We were going to do the architecture cycle tour but that's only on Saturdays so plan B is to do the (unguided) walking tour, for this we need a tuk-tuk to the National Museum. Actually the architecture is a bit weird - concrete replicas of classic art deco designs but it gets us out and about in areas your normal tourist wouldn't go. Bought some authentic Adidas sunglasses in an authentic Ray-ban pouch for only $3. Saw an Elephant.

Walking back through the park we come across 3 people exercising, 1 person flying a kite, 4 orange clad monks whose faith allows them to cross the busy roads without looking and a group of lads playing soccer (no jumpers for goalposts - they don't use them, they use a stick in a coconut instead).

Tour ended so freshen up, grab a beer, check email and Amanda surfs to find a nice restaurant. Finds 6 in walking distance so off we go. 3 don't exist, 1 serves western food, 1 is too expensive so settle for last-chance-saloon which is perfectly nice - only reservation is that our margaritas, starters and mains all came at the same time. Quel damage.