Phnom Penh can shock you. Somewhat like a bipolar, one minute it peeps out a chaotic urban feel; next, it would take you to its relaxing laid-back lifestyle. One minute it lets you meet friendly people, and the following minute it would let you stumble across money-grubbing people from hell.
We hopped out of the bus, after surviving seven hours of bus ride from Ho Chi Minh City. The environment was frantic, the bus stop was nowhere to be found. We were in the middle of a market-like place, surrounded by Cambodian tuk-tuk drivers hounding us for their services. The sun was up and everyone was ironically wearing long-sleeves, gold bling blings, and slacks. Near the area were more Cambodians hopping in and out of packed vans and pick-ups with their oversized bags. Vendors selling crickets and other unidentified exotic snacks were roaming the streets. It was Quiapo and Divisoria rolled into one.
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