Cruising Through Phnom Penh...

See if you can figure this out. The streets of P.P. Makes the driving in TJ seem orderly and normal. And yet there is a joyous feeling of freedom when you are immersed in this craziness. I saw a stately, dignified woman of about 80 riding a bike of her own. A sporty red speedbike of some sort. Spine perfectly straight. In fact, all the women riding the bikes seemed so proud and dignified, perfect posture. Some with face masks. Look closely at these photos. The details are great. The woman has a child with her. The people of Cambodia ride 3, 4, 5? At a time on the bikes, btw.

They have a stoplight now, at least. Pnomh Penh.The hand in pic #1 belongs to "Ben", and I'm in the front seat with the camera. I did that with no other driver, btw.
I was loving the slice of Cambodian life. The drive though the country was a whole nother experience entirely. Even Ben laughed when we passed a truck with 30? People riding in a white toyota, including one on the hood.
Ben was great. He became a friend. Unfortunately he couldn't drive Siem Reap for us. But Tang did take us to the Wat that I will never forget.
The cab drivers of Asia, damn...