Day 158. Phnom Penh, Cambodia. King of bling.

It's no secret that most of the big clothing stores back home maximise profits by producing their stuff in the third world. As long as there's no exploitation involved we haven't a problem with this, and made our way this morning to one of Phnom Penh's markets where locally made Diesel, Colombia and Esprit clobber is sold at about 10% of UK prices.

Bit of a waste of time really. Everything on display is tailored for diminutive Asian types and was straining to conceal our fat western bellys.

Did manage to find some novelty Superman underpants and a few hooky Beatles Cd's for a grand total of three quid, but am wrestling with my conscience here, as I'm pretty sure neither DC comics or Paul McCartney will be receiving much in the way of royalties.

Especially concerned about Macca, he has Heather screwing him from one side and an enterprising Cambodian bloke from the other (now there's an image you don't want to be conjuring up before your breakfast).

To the Royal Palace in the afternoon. A large and impeccably maintained complex of temples, pagodas and assembly halls where we saw some of Southeast Asia's most bling, bling Buddhas. The most extreme example is carved from a huge lump of Jade, he has a diamond encrusted head dress, a particularly smug grin on his face and sits on a gilded throne in the middle of a temple sporting solid silver floor tiles.

Classy.

Can't help thinking this is how Jan's bachelor pad might look when he finally finds somewhere ostentatious enough to move into.