But, of course.

Bought two mangoes, one after another, which she peeled and cut up on the spot for us. Ate a slice that tasted slightly tangy, salty. I did not expect her to have washed her hands before manhandling our mangoes but could not help wondering what she had touched. Swallowed with faint grimace.

Street food for those looking for a more "authentic" experience in the touristy Old (or is it Central?) Market area. Perhaps a different stall would have changed my opinion of the food. The coconut shake was quite the thing though. My companion was quite keen to have an all-local culinary experience. Me, some pasta in one of the recommended low-key joints would have been nice. Towards the end, we started having separate meals. I sit with her while she eats, and vice versa. It was fun, but this trip did make me realise just how important food compatibility is.

I didn't like Phnom Penh. But it did have more amusing urban sightings like this for picture purposes.

The little hand belongs to a kid sandwiched between them, and that's a live chicken she's holding.