Seven hours later the bus pulled into a dark alley car-park on the outskirts of the town which, given the downpour, was a mudpit not unlike the ones I'd danced in up in Vang Vieng! After a good ten minute discussion with the tuktuk driver, involving me telling him the hotel I wanted to go to and him pretending he didn't know it and wanting to take me to another, I finally was on the way there. A girl I'd met in Vietnam was going to be there for the night so I wen...

Best bus journey yet, and it just happened to be the one leaving Vietnam, go figure! In reclined aircon luxury we tootled across the border pretty much hassle free, which I believe had something to do with the wads of cash the driver slipped into the hands of the immigration officials. We stopped for lunch amid the plush casinos just past the border into Cambodia and I ended up sat down with a guy on his way to Vietnam who I'd met in Vang Vieng. We reminisced. O...