Phnom Penh is one of those cities that, like my old-time colleague once wrote about my own city of Kathmandu, sticks to your skin. You come home with it. You carry it under your nails, in your nostrils and in the pores of your skin. If you know what I am talking about, hello friend, yes, this city is like the home you and I know. Continue reading Phnom Penh is sure to stick with me