We were due to fly to Hong Kong late on, so we spent the day relaxing by the pool. We'd already spotted that there weren't enough sun-beds for everyone, and there was one particular day-bed that Sal had her eye on. It was in prime position, right by the pool, enough in the sun for her, enough shade for me, with an electric fan placed nice and handy. It seemed unlikely that we'd get it, 'cos there were Germans around, and everyone knows what they're like! But, Sal...

I really wasn't looking forward to the six hour bus journey from Siem Reap back to Phnom Penh. Even though it was supposed to be on a 'VIP Limousine Bus', in reality, that could mean anything here! Also, those of you who know me, will be aware of my travel sickness, usually brought on by coach travel, or Sal's Dad's driving! I needn't have worried, as it was a very comfortable trip! Our driver collected us from the hotel, and dropped us at the bus-station, so cl...

We knew this was going to be a challenging day, we were going to the Khmer Rouge prison (SO21) and Cheung Ek (the killing fields). The tour started off nicely, with a visit to the National Museum, where they had loads of sculptures from Angkor Wat, and the Royal Palace, where we saw the King's monkey wandering around like he owned the place! After a lovely lunch, it was time for the horrors. Suol Teng (SO21), the former school used by the genocidal Khmer Rouge ...

An unexpected, but exciting, cyclo ride through Chau Doc, this morning, during which a small, skinny Vietnamese bloke pedalled me, my 25kg bag, and my hand luggage, through the traffic to the jetty, to board the boat to Phnom Penh. We had to stop twice at the border, once to officially leave Vietnam, and again to officially enter Cambodia. We got to Phnom Penh jetty, and it was mayhem as we came ashore, with people and bags everywhere, hawkers trying to sell st...