Travel Agent Dir. I took the plunge. What I found in Cambodia's capital was a study in contrasts.
Shoppers browse for lush silks near former houses of torture.
Elegant hotels abut squalor. Lively nightspots operate near old war zones. The 15-minute drive from tiny Pochentong Airport didn't bode well. When Victoria called to say she would pick me up with her own driver, I was grateful. But she showed up carrying a bicycle helmet, and I gulped as I realized she rode around town on the back of a motor scooter.