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six days in the kingdom of cambodia
We split our six days in Cambodia between Phnom Penh and Siem Reap, and—surprise, surprise—we were the laziest of lazy travelers. I mean, truly. Thanks to the use of SPG points at the Le Meridien Siem Reap, we had room in the budget for a proper splurge at the Plantation in Phnom Penh. It just might rank as one of my very favorite hotels of our trip. And, given our record, this is an impressive feat. It was so, so hot in Cambodia. This means we spent far more time at the hotel pools than I usually deem appropriate. After our whistle-stop…
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