As if youths who ride powerful motorbikes at high speeds on their back wheels on public roads are not bad enough, now we must all put up with a new assault on our peace and quiet: jet skis on the Tonle Sap.
Please note, the offenders are not middle-aged men or women. Yet again, young braggadocios suffering testosterone surfeit are the problem. Just watch them showing off at 45 miles per hour only a metre or two from the causeway, a place of peaceful pleasure for hundreds, if not thousands of Phnom Penh denizens on Sunday afternoons.
Fishing boats rock precariously in the wake of a single jet ski; its noise is one million mechanised mosquitoes; its gasoline emissions as noisome as Bangkok airport on a windless day.
Who will stop them? Why does no one in authority balance the rights of the many peaceful promenaders with the rights (rather wrongs) of a couple of feckless thrillseekers?
I'm not such a grump to seek a total ban on those who want to indulge in this pointless, wasteful, selfish pastime.
But, Your Excellency, Governor of Phnom Penh, please limit their activities to five kilometres up the Tonle Sap, well away from citizens and tourists seeking to enjoy your beautiful and peaceful city.