Day 5, not as exciting as the other days because pretty much all of today is travelling, but here goes. Down for breakfast at 0630 for leaving at 0700. It's our last few hours in Vietnam which I have to say has been good to us. We get on the bus for a 5 minute trip down to the river, say our goodbye's to the excellent Vietnamese team made up of Cho and Phat who have been absolutely brilliant throughout our stay and then on the boat for our journey to Cambodia.
Luggage loaded, us loaded and we are off.
For the last 3 days we have been riding alongside the river looking out, so actually being on the river adds another totally different dimension to what has been a very familiar site for us all because on the river there is another infrastructure of dwellings which seem to go on for miles.
1.5 hours into the journey and we reach the Vietnamese Passport Control, off we get for half an hour while we have our entry visa's checked and stamped as we are leaving and then back on the boat for 10 minutes further on for the Cambodian Passport Control. Again off we get, pay our 25 dollars for a visa and then back on the boat again and then it is to settle down for the next 3.5 hours until we hit Phnom Penh, the capital of Cambodia. During the trip up the river you soon realise that the river and the land that hits it is used totally different her to that of Vietnam, there are none or very few houses on the river itself, on the river banks and if there are they look as if they could be farms due to the cattle that you see ambling around and there are less boats to be seen as well. I asked our Cambodian guide why it was so different alongside the river in Cambodia and his reply was that there are only 14 million people in the whole of Cambodia and there is plenty of space, simples!!!
We finally pull into Phnom Penh after sitting on our bums for the best part of 5 hours, grab the bags, get on a bus (on our bums again) go for lunch (on our bums again) and then go to the killing fields (on our bums again). So basically for 8 hours we have had numb bum, which in Cambodian means numb bum.
The visit to the killing fields was an eye opener to say the least. For myself and a few other people as we were walking round there was the realisation that for most of us we were either at school or left school when all of this was going on. genocide at is most vociferous best.
Killing Fields done, back on the bus (on our bums again) go for food and then an early night for everyone so that we can rub in some Chamois Butt into our bottoms and lie down for a few hours, ahhh bliss, goodnight everyone, goodnight.