Ok, I admit it. It took about 10 minutes to cross the street in Phnom Penh for the first time.
I was standing outside my hotel. On the otherside of the road were the banks of Mekong River. Between us: Chaos.
Motorbikes, tuk-tuks, trunks, bicycles; all going in different directions, at different speeds.
Stop, Look, Listen
I meekly step out into fray. Shit, a moto, step back. It passes. Once more into the void; I step out again, a shout from behind me, back again. Locals are looking at me. Children are laughing. Oh, Green Cross Code Man , where are you?
Moses stretched out his hand over the sea, …The waters were divided
Right, I didn’t come 10,000 miles to be stopped by a busy road!
Chin up, back straight, walk. It worked. The streams of traffic slowed or adjusted course to allow me to pass, without one tut of a horn or an angry gesture. I had made it to the banks of the Mekong.
Guess thats how you cross the road in Phnom Penh then!