Another early morning to get the bus to Phom Penh, ordered bread and jam, and somehow the simplest thing on the menu arrived after everything else. Or maybe it was just because it was mine...

The bus was pretty decent, sat next to Bogdan who introduced me to Flight of the Concords, which pretty much sounds like Anchorman, not that I've seen that either so I'll have o get with the programme. Tried to sleep pretty unsuccessfully, until about the last half an hour when the cushion became comfortable.

We arrived at 1pm, and got tuk tuks to the hotel, with everyone's bags, except mine, on one tuk tuk. Sensing a pattern.... The ride was an eye-opener as we watched the many scooters and buses hurtling towards us.

Out to lunch as a group where I ordered crab soup because of a lack of funds, whilst it came out first it did get a little crunchy towards the end.

Anjali, Megan, and I headed out for mani-pedis, or a mix of the two, but my manicure was abysmal, she cut them too short and then whacked on one tacky layer. The pedicure was pretty good though, so I now have red toes to distract from the ever-acquiring dirt at my feet. On getting back to the room I completely conked out, having a strange dream about arriving in Vietnam with some of the group, then struggling through the rain to get to a hotel that was randomly holding a funeral. We then ended up eating at the funeral. No clue what that meant.

At a loss as to what to do we were chuffed to get a call from John saying a few of them were heading to the Irish bar, so off we walked with our map to find John, Dave, Scott, Marc, and Bogdan blissfully drinking Tiger beer. I ordered the chilli jacket spud, only one of which I could manage, so the second went to the Bogdan appeal after his finishing Dave's dinner too - all for the price of his spring rolls!

I ordered a bucket of San Miguel just before Anjali left early with a headache, and so ended up supping beers with the remaining lads before bowing out at the fifth: another donation to the appeal. For some reason we headed to a bar of ill repute, which I should have left when Bogdan did, but for some reason stayed and felt very uncomfortable as western me asked for one dollar bills at the bar and sat in the dark corners with Cambodian women.

I finally gave in at about 11pm, walking home on my own. It was pretty safe until I realised I'd missed the turning for the hotel as all the shutters were down, after walking past a massive rat and asking directions to the wrong hotel I found the place and plodded off to bed in yet another haze.