That feels like the best word to describe my impressions of Phnom Penh so far – beige.
It seems that everything is covered in a fine (or not so fine as the case may be) film of dust. One of the few clear memories that I have of my first visit here 5 years ago is that I found it dusty. That has not changed. Even my sense of smell seems to be dulled due to all this dust.
It strikes me as somewhat silly sometimes to think that I gave up smoking in order to taste more, smell more and live longer. Everything I eat tastes a little like dirt and things don’t smell as they used to. I wonder too what inhaling all this dust is doing to my lungs. 
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