Muay Thai and Pol Pot in Phnom Penh

I sat in the airport, peering at a plane with dark mascara-like lines running down the windows of an old Airbus A-whatever. "Should I even be going here?" No one I'd talked to really¬†liked¬†Phnom Penh. They all went there because they had a flight out on their way to see Angkor Wat. Phnom Penh was… Continue reading Muay Thai and Pol Pot in Phnom Penh

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