Our next stop on the tourist trail was Cambodia’s capital Phnom Penh, where we stayed at The Artist Guesthouse, a weird but nice sort of French-American diner and B&B. Phnom Penh was tuk-tuks, scooters, food, museums and massages. Let’s talk about something else though: We had seen and been in quite a bit of scary traffic before, but the long-distance buses in Cambodia were the worst I’ve experienced. While my girlfriend was usually dozing on the seat next to me, I jumped at every bump I felt or honking sound I heard. Reading and hearing about numerous car – especially bus – accidents later on didn’t help very much either. We were glad we hadn’t been involved in one of the seemingly countless accidents. Because we wanted to keep it at that, we even cancelled the ticket our next hostel in Sihanoukville had booked for us because of the carrier’s bad reputation, and booked a more expensive one.