Phenomenal Penh

Phenomenal Penh

For someone my age, the name Phnom Penh conjures up images of a long, far-away, disastrous war. So I had no idea what to expect from Cambodia’s capital. Arriving in the dark after a bumpy, dusty 8-hour bus ride from Siem Reap didn’t offer any immediate impressions of the city. It was nice to discover over the next few days that Phnom Penh didn’t look like a bombed-out shell or a dingy slum so much as a vibrant—and (at this point in our travels) not too overwhelming—city with interesting things to see.

Jazzercise classes are held nightly on the riverfrontPhnom Penh sits on the banks of the wide Mekong river. A long, broad sidewalk with lots of benches and grassy areas have turned the river front into a park, perfect for strolling and enjoying the near-constant breezes that come off the river (like a giant air-conditioner in the middle of the city!). It’s a great place for people watching: On our walks there, we saw families having picnics, people making offerings at a Buddhist shrine (including buying sparrows in small cages and releasing them for spiritual merit), guys playing a spirited foot game with what looks like an oversized badminton birdie, and people of every description going by on foot, bikes, or the occasional skateboard. Every day at dusk, part of the riverfront becomes the site for a mass outdoor jazzercise class that would do Richard Simmons proud.

FCCOn the other side of the street are cafes, restaurants, bars, and hotels with a beautiful river view. One of them is the old Foreign Correspondents’ Club (now a lavish but mediocre restaurant), where I channeled my inner journalist over a drink at the bar. Another day, we had our own picnic on a bench by the river: Chinese-style steamed buns with barbecued meat and round breaded fish sticks (when we bought them, we thought they were fried bananas; boy were we surprised!).

Our hotel, the self-proclaimed Fancy Guesthouse (which was reasonably fancy, though with a rock-hard bed), was located in what appeared to be a Lao-Chinese neighborhood. We liked the area because it was full of the kind of local life that we love observing: next to an outdoor market, on a street lined with coffee houses full of old men, minimarts, shops selling furniture, motorcycle repair places, even outdoor barbers’ stalls. From our window, we could see the gilded roof of the local wat (temple).

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Phnom Penh has a bit of fun French colonial architecture from the 1920s and 1930s, which we hired a tuk-tuk driver to take us to see on a whirlwind tour of the city. (For sightseeing, the DC-style hop-on/hop-off buses have nothing on small, zippy, open-air tuk-tuks.) Our favorite sights in the city, though, were the National Museum and the royal palace.

The museum was perfect to visit after Angkor Wat because it contains many beautiful carvings taken there from the Angkor temples for safekeeping, and having been to those temples first helped us understand what we were looking at and where it would have been originally. Even better, the museum fills in the gaps of daily life at the Angkor complex by displaying many of the small objects that were used there: things like ceramic pots, small bronze statues, eating dishes, hand mirrors, jewelry, and other decorative metalwork, including elephant harnesses. We were especially happy to see a display about a group of statues that had been looted from an old Khmer site long ago and then turned up at several American museums and auction houses. After long negotiations and pleas from scholars, the American institutions recently returned them to the National Museum, where they’ve been reunited for the first time in many years. (As at many museums, we weren’t allowed to take photos inside, so you’ll have to take our word for it.)

Near thThrone roome museum, and facing the river, stands the large walled complex that has been home to the Cambodian royal family since the 1860s. Cambodia’s King Sihamoni is a constitutional monarch, but, like his counterparts in the United Kingdom, he lives in splendor. The royal family’s private residence is off-limits, but we were able to visit the throne room (used for coronations), the former royal elephant house, and the Silver Pagoda (a state temple whose floor is paved in solid silver tiles, made from melted-down French coins). The pagoda contains many valuable Buddha statues, including the 17th century Emerald Buddha that is considered Cambodia’s greatest treasure. Our guide at the palace spoke good English and had many stories to tell, about everything from Cambodia’s early mythology to the political jockeying that led to the choosing of the current king 10 years ago. We were impressed by how free he felt to talk about sensitive political matters—probably not the case in some Southeast Asian nations.

We feel a bit sheepish about having limited our time in Cambodia to just two places, Siem Reap and Phnom Penh. Originally we planned to travel through the countryside for the rest of our one-month visa. But after more than five months of heat and humidity—a DC summer followed directly by Bali and Cambodia—our biggest priority became getting somewhere cooler. So from Phnom Penh we bid Cambodia farewell, with the idea of returning at some future time, and hopped on a plane heading north to the cool green mountains of Laos.

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