“We’ll be staying in Phnom Penh’s Red Light District,” announced our guide Zoom Zoom with a suggestive raise of his thick, black eyebrows.
Zoom Zoom’s words weren’t immediately made clear in my travel addled brain. After nine hours, two squatty potties, and 320 km of jolting across pothole-ridden dirt roads to make the trip from Siem Reap to Phnom Penh, all I wanted was a hot shower and a nap.
The public bus which boasted an on board karaoke set up pulled up at one of the city’s transport terminals. Stiff bodies unfolded after hours of being crammed into seats and dozens of feet scrambled to escape the metal box full strangers’ stale breath.