After failing to sleep on a six-hour long bus ride from Sihanoukville during which the driver mercilessly blared Khmer pop music at top-volume, I was thrilled to reach Phnom Penh.
And after being charmed by Siem Reap, I was expecting to adore Cambodia’s capital city.
But I didn’t care for Phnom Penh. To be honest, I don’t really see how anyone could.