Having just left the capital, we are on the way back to the village again! We have just managed to convince an Argentinian guy to hop of the bus and visit Chi Phat, the quiet little village nearby. The same organisation that we are working for runs an ecotourism project in Chi Phat, where tourists can do a home stay and hire local guides for mountain biking and hiking. He was after a more local experience so we thought he'd like it. Hopefully we didn't lead him a...

We're not sure whether it was the salad in Koh Kong City, the super-rich banana custard with honey at the rainbow lodge, or the anti-malarial tablets that we've been taking since arriving in Cambodia, but something has upset Aidan's appetite. It started as nasty indigestion and developed into an inability to swallow, so Jess has dragged us away from the hammocks and we are now waiting for a bus to the capital. It's only been a few days since we arrived back in t...

After another month in the village, we found ourselves needing to return to Koh Kong for another Visa. As it is only an hour and a half from here, we took a shared taxi. It is lucky that the Khmer people are quite small because our taxi driver stubbornly squeezed seven people into his five seater car. At least nobody had a dog with them as well! As expected, the visa run was another amusing (and slightly infuriating) experience. We crossed into Thailand for a re...

Despite the necessary side trip to Sihanoukville, we have managed to uphold our personal promise and spend a solid few weeks in the village. The last month has been really busy and productive, and now we find ourselves needing to leave again to renew our visas. It's hard to believe we have already been in the village for two months! We have spent our weeks working on a variety of projects which often keep us busy from 6.30 in the morning until around 10 at night...

We weren't planning on returning to Sihanoukville again, but somehow it seemed a necessary excursion to keep everyone from going mad! After a bumpy two hour ride in the back of a ute, we pulled up in front of a very expensive looking massage business in the centre of Sihanoukville. Aidan was hopeful that we were all being treated to a massage, but it turned out that Gil-ad, our project director, actually owns the business and rents the building. Above the busine...