After the bumpiest 7 hour journey, (the Cambodian roads aren't the smoothest; there were so many moments we thought we were going to die) nudged by PC (our tour guide) whilst I was in the land of nod, with my mouth slightly wide open, I gave out a slight grumpy cat groan.
We all waddled off the bus, stepping off with our influx of groggy emotions. Never felt sexier.
Dizzy, bleary eyed whilst bashing into the coach struggling to carry my bag pack, I noticed the others point to the direction of the swimming pool. Ah, now we're talking.
Welcome to Phnom Penh. The capital of Cambodia.
Me & Claire hopped into a TukTuk to explore what Phnom Penh could offer us.
We found a nice little hut restaurant called Aniali. We of course, ordered our favourite drink of refreshment - fresh coconut juice. The perfect way to cool down.
After we finished playing with our lovely bunch of coconuts (oh behave) we took a walk through the market.
This was a fresh foods local market, so, fried insects anyone?
There's something wonderful about being surrounded by Pak Choi, Bak Choi & every kind of Choi all presented in colourful baskets, knowing that it has probably been plucked that morning.
I love how they slap-dash hot or cold food into a plastic bag for you in Asia. It's great.
As soon as we walked into the fish section, a big waft hit us in the face and we slowly walked backwards and both looked at each like, erm, yeah, let's get outta ere'.
The architecture at the grand Royal Palace caught our attention. Its full name in the Khmer language is Preah Barum Reachea Veang Chaktomuk Serei Mongkol, we were so pleased with ourselves that we didn't have to ask for directions.