St. 312 is just south of Independence Monument. It has a (mostly) quiet, secluded feel to it, a welcome respite from the everyday craziness of Phnom Penh.
Garbage & recycling collection around here consists of putting it in the gutter and letting the scavengers have a go at it. Whatever we leave out here somehow disappears.
These guys hang around outside my place round the clock wanting to take me anywhere. When they hear the lock rattle on the gate, they crowd around, only to be disappointed when I emerge with my bike. There’re other foreigners and well-off Cambodians on this street that use their services though. Mostly they just lounge around joking with each other. This guy is the biggest clown of the bunch and is the only Cambodian I know who wears shorts.
Beyond this gate is the local wat, surrounded by a tiny slum. Crowded corrugated shacks, narrow alleys, unique smells. I sometimes cut through here on my way to work and get a lot of curious looks. There’s a Buddha factory behind the wat that makes all sorts of interesting stone sculptures.
The local hangout. Eight pool tables and three ping-pong tables. This place is packed on weekends with young guys playing snooker and getting rowdy. Maybe I’ll drop in sometime. Here’s first thing I see every morning:
Never gets old.