A blissful lie-in until 7am, when we went to the Anjali bar for breakfast; I ordered cereal and milk, everyone else pancakes, guess whose came out last?

I power-walked back to the hotel to change my shorts as I wasn't meant to show my knees at the killing fields, and then we headed off with our guide to one of the schools that became prison during the Pol Pot regime. It was quite horrific to hear the stories, and I was ashamed that I didn't know more about it already. We saw the rooms where people were tortured and imprisoned, and went to the killing fields where babies and adults alike were brutally murdered. Even after seeing the bones it was still a surreal set of events to stand before. Some of Teah's family were murdered by the regime, and she still told us not to dwell on what we'd seen.

We saw the other side of Cambodia at lunch as we went to the Friend Cafe where students are taught jobs and skills that can carry them through their lives, the service was much better than we'd had elsewhere too, although I may be biased because my meal didn't come out last! We popped to the store next door, where I decided to make my purchases up to $20 to let me use my card rather than just go to an ATM, but ended up with $30 of stuff. I bought some nice blue earrings made out of recycled wrappers, very chuffed with those.

Anjali, Tom, Bogdan, and I took a tuk tuk to the central market later, where I bought a canvas picture and new top/dress for Asians, and failed to bargain for a Turquoise ring. I tried stretching the dress by putting a cushion under it, but jumped out of my skin when Anjali walked in to see me acting like a muppet doing it! It didn't work, and yet for some reason I still wore the dress/top for me. I spoke to Dad on the phone, and didn't cry, and then we headed over to Anjali's again for dinner. I tried Klang beer tonight, which at 6% had a bit of a kick to it!

After some more drinks we tried to find a bar Teah had told us about, before admitting defeat and just getting tuk tuks there. It was absolutely dead, although it was called the Heart of Darkness. We played a few drinking games, the 'ye-ha' sounds of which drew astounded looks from the staff as they stood next to us in amazement. Needless to say my lack of coordination didn't serve me too well and I ended up consuming too much beer.

As we danced we all got shouted at by mini Cambodians for either pushing them or stepping on them, how are we expected to see them when they don't even appear in our eyeline. We left at one as Tom wanted to go, but soon realised he was the only one, so on getting back to our rooms Anjali and I walked straight back out looking or a tuk tuk - not one to be seen. We ended up getting on the back of a motorcycle taxi, had a B52, danced to one song, and then got back on another motorcycle back to the hotel. Not really worth it without the rest of the group, but it only cost us $2 and we got to ride on a motorcyle!