PAGES FROM PHNOM PENH

On Saturday (after Jonny finally relented from my non-stop pestering - we couldn't come all this way to Asia and not see the animals!) we set off for the day to Phnom Tamao Wildlife Rescue Centre, which is 25 miles south of Phnom Penh. Over about 6,000 acres, Wildlife Alliance cares for and rehabilitates something like 1,200 animals rescued from the illegal wildlife trade. The animals that we saw had either been terribly mistreated, were highly endangered and at risk of poaching for their furs or skins, or had been rescued just in time by police from poachers (such as the aptly named Lucky the elephant). We chose to have a guided tour for the day as there is very little signage at the centre (it's not a zoo!) which was a great decision. Sam was a hilarious Khmer woman who provided lots of entertainment as well as knowing many of the animal's names and personalities. One gibbon turned out to be partial to a back scratch, offering his back for a little massage! When S...

A busy week 2 has led to fewer blogposts than we would have liked so we'll try and cram it all in here. Last Saturday was our first tourist day. Our perusals included a museum, a palace, a market, a riverfront and at least three eateries (which included one or two drinkeries in the evening).  The National Museum of Cambodia The number of times we had ‘TUK-TUK?’ yelled at us was quite something. A Westerner walking down the street piques the interest of tens of tuk-tuk drivers slouching or snoozing in the back of their vehicles. I put the question mark in the speech marks above to be kind – it feels more like a command than a question in most instances, although they rarely ask more than twice to their credit. In the circumstance where we do actually require a tuk-tuk, the triumphant face of the driver who has just won work for the next 30 minutes slowly turns to a look of confusion as he realises he has no idea where we are living, despite pouring over our Google Maps ...

Now that we're starting to feel a little settled into our new city, we've found ourselves with an evening in and a chance to write an update at last! I (Amy) was perhaps most worried of all about the long-haul flight. Unfortunately I was not proved wrong - unable to sleep in flight and the altitude doing weird things with my head, I was ejected into Bangkok feeling like I had a six-cocktails-strong hangover. Thankfully it only took a few hours to pass, and whilst it's taken us both a good few days to catch up on sleep (we've literally fallen asleep on tuk-tuks), we quickly felt fine with the changed time zone. After a nervy process of getting our visas, we were greeted out of Phnom Penh airport on Saturday evening by a wall of humid heat and a friendly American ex-pat tuk-tuk driver, who proceeded to tie our huge suitcases to the front of his vehicle. Riding through Phnom Penh for the first time was an assault on the senses, and the heart. You can't exaggerate t...