Football

That's the wifi password for the bar we're in. Apparently there is rugby. All of the places we've been around the world - and all of the pubs we visit to worship at the fields of the great god rugby. Last year St Petersburg and Tallin. This year Phnom Penh. Priorities. 

And by crikey it's hot. So the beer helps. The local brew is called Angkor - ten bucks for a slab or $1.75 for a glass when you're out. Or so I'm told. 

PP - as far as I can tell so far - is a riot of people, bikes, cars, trucks, tuk tuks, wiring, buildings and building work. And tooting. Plenty of that. 

We're also meeting a bunch of people who are variously assembling for John's major birthday party, or otherwise passing thru. Simon and Sheryll are generous and enthusiastic hosts so today's been a solid start to our holiday - Russian markets, tuk tuks, food, friendship and Angkor beer. I feel confident that wine and song cannot be far away...