01.06.2010 - 01.06.2010 42 °C
The markets in Phnom Penh are insane!! There has been a bit of a bump in the road when it comes to our Vietnamese visas (i.e. We thought we could just get them at the border and we can’t – Thank God we actually looked into it again right) so we have been stuck here for a few more days. Which means more shopping - which brings me back to the crazy rabbit warren markets that they have here. After hitting the central market (which I will mention more of later in the post) we wanted to take a look at the Russian market. They are supposed to have a lot of authentic designer clothes that lets say didn’t quite make it to their destination. And they do have A LOT of clothes. It is 42 degrees, no breeze. Clothes piled high in tiny stalls with the merchant perched on top with big smiles ‘Sister buy something from me’. The walkway between the stalls is about 1 meter wide and jam packed full of people. You can’t stop to look at something without causing a traffic jam. It was incredible. It was like being in a mosh pit but for clothes. Matt and I managed to get a few things and try to head back over the craft section. They have everything imaginable at this market. They had a huge and I mean enormous section of the market dedicated to motorbike parts. This of course meant nothing to me but it was still pretty impressive. Matt starts going on about how he wanted to build a motorbike. I laugh…
They have huge silver stands (which looked like they actually had real silver) and craft stands selling everything from prints and purses to floor lamps and furniture
Back to the central market - this seems to be where all the party clothes are kept. Nice dresses and shoes. Not so many designer things but a lot of sparkly things. Now if only they had normal human sizes. I don’t know how they do it. Everyone in Cambodia seems to wear the same size underwear and clothes. That size = SMALL. Tiny even.
I found so many things I liked in the markets and I have asked the vendor if they have it in a larger size. Even though they only have the one size and they know it is much much too small for you the lure of a sale is just too much. ‘No no it will fit’ they say as they stretch it out as far as it will go. ‘One size fits everyone’. As I stand there looking dubious they finally grab me and pull me into the stall. “See sister it will fit, you will look very beautiful’ as they stuff and squeeze me into a size 2. The result…. We are both much sweatier than when we started and I look utterly ridiculous. ‘See sister! You fit’ I look at her. She starts laughing and I can’t help but join in. Its takes me a further 15 minutes to get out of the dress and I am on my way again to go through it all again…….