In the afternoon we took a stroll over to the other side of the lake to see how the other 95% live. The scene along the railway tracks there, was one of absolute squalor. The lake is heavily polluted though it sustains a quite a few people who basically have nothing else. They were friendly however and that seemed to be a characteristic of the local people. There's a saying going around these parts that the "Vietnamese grow the rice (industrious), Cambodians watch the rice grow (lazy) while the Laos listen to the rice growing....." Stereotypes no doubt, but there may be something in it.
Around the capital are a number of monuments which reflect the bloody and fractured history of Cambodia. The gun symbology is quite poignant. The work on the left has been entirely built from discarded weaponry.