Phnom Penh (revisited)

7 hour bus ride from Battenbang to Phnom Penh and we arrive at 4pm, go lakeside to get a room and head down to the central market to buy some raw silk (I think Mike is getting some kinky underwear made up in Sweden). Four and a half minutes later and we are finished. I have done the sights so I ask what Mike wants to do - "Let's shoot some guns" he says, with an evil grin on his face. So we hop on a moped together, prooving that the chinese know how to build things that can take the strain of 180 kilos of westerner and 50 kilos of Cambodian driver. He takes us out past the airport and on to a military base, the sentries just waving us through. You arrive at a shooting range where on the side of a large (used) bomb, a cheerful "Welcome" is written, very inviting. You are then presented with a weapons "menu". I chose a side of AK-47 and Mike chose a large helping of Makarov handgun.

You get to fire an entire clip of 30 rounds with the AK and all I can say is wow. I am always going to be a pacifist, but get one of those things in your hand and you really do get the Rambo gene screaming inside you. The target was about 30 meters away and after I finished they gave me the paper target. Fuck, I was good - 30 bullets, 27 hits and 22 in the small target area. Dad, you would have been proud. Photo to follow. Mike did the James Bond thing and gave the helpless target a good hiding. He liked it so much he did it twice.

You can also throw grenades there, fire shotguns, shoot Uzis and even a bloody rocket launcher! 10 dollars extra and you get to shoot a chicken. We politely declined.

Back to town for a lakeside sunset beer or 3, dinner at Friends and another night of debauched drinking and night-owlery in one of the world's coolest capitals.