The mud! oh how Cambodia has some mud! A dissapointing start to what turned out to be one of our favorite countries. The slime of the Cambodia/ Thai border town of Popiet not only consisted of ankle deep sloshy slimy mud but also found ourselves up to our eyes in cheating scheming men eager to rip us off, no wonder when what turned out to be an actually decent guy greeted us we were dubious and Jo-Jo burst into tears. I won't deny it at that point i just wanted p...

We arrived in Myanmar, formally known as Burma, our first impressions were'nt great as we were dishareartened by the damp, dirty, red splattered streets of Yangon. We had fun trying to chance money and even more fun trying to arrange a bus for the next day. We trudged along the streets feeling quite sorry for ourselves being pulled from here to there but a little ray of sunshine in the way of a boy of no more than ten years old chatted away to us as he showed us ...

Why does the bus always come to a halt when the rain starts? We arrived, once again,in the dark and in the middle of a torrential downpour and found ourselves searching the bavkstreets for accomodation - this time in Ho Chi Minh City.One late night "happy hour" curry later - happy hour lasts all day and all night here, and a good nights rest later and we were ready to face the madness of Ho Chi Minh City-more like Scooter City! We spent the nexy day exp...

Hello, hello from Borneo.Well it wasn't on our intial itinery but then we don't seem to be following that any more, we've become adventerous and go with the wind, hop on buses at the blink of an eye and head off to foreign places. Our first port of call after saying a sad farewell to our friends in Cairns was Singapore. There we embraced the colour, the smells and the temples of Little India, China Town and the more westernised parts of Clarke Quay an...