There's no greatness about this city, It’s not in anyway spectacular, it’s just a small poor Capital of a small poor country, so why? Why do some of us love it so much, why does everyone leave sadly and why do so many return? Moreover, why do some never leave? What is it about this sad little town that is so darkly attractive and deeply addictive .
What follows is one persons love letter to Phnom Penh. A series of disjointed snapshots of life in this little Capital that may shine some light on these questions.
