Everyone gets horns except bikers

Phnom Penh is not exactly a jungle paradise. There are eight million people and four million motorbikes. I guess that means that someone could always give you a ride. Inversely, it seems that three of the four million are actually targeting me. Its hard to move without constant offers for motorbike? or tuk tuk? The best way to get around is by bike. You can just breeze past all the people trying to get you to buy something. Plus with a bike one can compete in the mad dash that is all the roads in the city.
During the middle of the day the streets and cafes are empty. Usually shop owners are sleeping in their hammocks and the sidewalks quiet. It doesn’t seem like the city is as big or as loud as people warned. But as soon as the sun starts to set and the temperature drops the street side restaurants, bars, and coffee spots all fill up. This is followed by a few hours of intense socializing, phone calling, and general moving of motorbikes. And it seems everyone is home snug in their mosquito nets by midnight. But dang these people get up early. With so few hours of tolerable heat you really gotta get after it while you can.
The Cambodian government has really put a lot of money into the road from Phnom Penh to Siem Reap. Despite the excellent blacktop a bus ride still takes six hours to cover the two hundred kilometers. Siem Reap though is very nice. Lots of tropical trees, little monkeys, and delicious fruit. I think I had today what was probably the most delicious mango ever grown. Pretty lucky purchase really.
Every time you move to a new country there is always that awkward few days where you are fumbling like a blind person through the new currency. Of course the conversion factor is always a nice comfortable round number like 17,000. And especially here in Cambodia they go to extra lengths by only writing the denomination in little print on one corner.