After waking up at eight with a mouth as dry as my well-worn flip-flops, I plodded around the room for an hour or so before Anjali woke up with a similar feeling. We made it to breakfast and as nobody else appeared headed via tuk tuk to the Phsar Leu market. It was pretty much Birmingham market with lots of Cambodians, with the nice stench of meat permeating your nostrils. Nice. I bought a little handbag to use on those oh-so-frequent nights out for $2, and searc...

Met at 8am for the bus ride to the beach to get on the boat, a nice rickety boat that swayed nicely whenever someone leant over to take a picture. We stopped off at one island to do snorkelling, but I didn't go in as usual! I'm not sure how great the visibility was around there, but even when I tried on Anjali's mask it wouldn't fit over my head, so I don't think I was destined to snorkel anyway! Arrived at the beach to find a military exercise taking place, and...

We left the homestay at 8am after random, but very nice, garlic bread and omelette for breakfast, to set off for Sihanoukville on the private bus. Sihanoukville is apparently named after Cambodia's king, I think there was more information, but I was happily listening to Peter Kay on my Ipod. I must have looked a raving lunatic as I laughed at random times on the ride, but I doubt anybody noticed so all's well! We had lunch together at Monkey Republic, owned by t...