terside, families enjoy picnics outside the Royal Palace, children scream with delight as they go head to head with tourists in a friendly game of football, and locals delve into Cambodian delicacies such as fried crickets and tarantulas. I try to soak in the sights and scents, overwhelmed by everything around me. This isn’t chaos as I know it in London, and there’s certainly no shoving to get on a Tube. In fact, despite hundreds of thousands of people descending on Phnom Penh for the Water and Moon Festival, there is complete harmony a