Never-ending contrasts

Back in the swing in Phnom Penh.

After a lovely brunch on a friend's veranda and a run in the gym, I then cycled past a man who had died in the middle of the street, while the traffic continued to pour around him and one guy was standing watch over his body.

Early evening from the roof of the apartment block, where I've never really been before. But it's a peaceful spot to contemplate the constant idiosyncrasies and odd feelings that being a privileged expat gives.