In to Cambodia it was and the Cambodia - Vietnam was a very chaotic experience in itself, just trying to avoid them dirty little Cambodian pickpockets. I lose enough stuff on my own, I really don't require help!Upon entry (to Cambodia) you could instantly tell the difference between here and Vietnam/ Thailand mainly due to how badly it had been affected by the Pol Pot killing spree in the seventies. There were beggars everywhere. (Not least of all, me! Liza hadn't given out in a while; I was seriously contemplating turning to Mrs. Palmer and her five lovely daughters or a w****!) The condition of the roads were abysmal, journeys that should have taken just an hour were taking four.

First stop in Cambodia was Pomh Penh, the capital (i think). A country such as this with its war stained history of death and destruction is certainly a place to really take in its culture. So the first thing on my itinerary was the illegal shooting range. Where the price of blowing up a cow with a bazooka was a mere $200US. As much as I wanted to be bazooka Joe, I couldn't. My wallet looked too empty already. So I settled on being Rambo instead.On the return journey from the dodgy shooting range, it was finally time to appreciate some history and we stopped off at the Killing Fields. And that's exactly what they were; the place was a sea of mass graves that had contained bodies of men, women children, doctors, teachers and even some electrician. (The bas#ards, some of us do a good job, me excluded of course!) You would have been executed if you didn't match certain specifications and showed any high level of intelligence (phew, I'd have been fine then).

After seeing some horrific sites in Pomh Penh (it's been bad enough sharing a room with one for the past two months!) and actually appreciating a countries history for once and not just there local brew, it was time to bus our way east to the costal edges of Cambodia to Shianookville. To be perfectly honest the place should have been renamed Sh*tnookville, although its one saving grace was a beautiful beach, unfortunately though we'd chosen a Cambodian public holiday visit and the beach was more over-crowded with 12 year olds than Michael Jackson's bedroom! A quick decision was taken and we evacuated further north to Siam Reap and the last stop before returning to Thailand.

We arrived in Siam Reap with the main thing on the agenda being Angkor Watt(a big temple). It was to be the first temple ive visited on this trip to Asia, and I was hoping that I'd made the correct choice saving the biggest, best bad boy till the end of my Cambodian travels. As it turns out, I hadn't! Our day began with a 5 o'clock wake up call from our Tuk-Tuk driver, even before dawn(the lazy b****). The structure itself was very vast, but not quite as ore-inspiring as advertised. Although I'm sure for a Buddhist, this place would have been heaven (or wherever they've been told there going when they kick the bucket) but for two people still suffering from the over consumption of the fine largers this amazing country has to offer, it wasn't! Don't be fooled by the smiles in the photo's, it was 5am, I was still pissed, and they had to very much forced.

It was almost time to take off my big culture head and replace it with my sun bathing head (about time, it's been 7 days!). Just one last unpleasant journey to endure on these treacherous roads which were filled holes that stretched wider than Paris Hiltons legs and then back into Bangkok, where the holes we were leaving behind in Cambodia were replaced with ladyboy's! I'm home!!