We set off again at 8 in the morning on this trip through the mekong delta. normally i would have been tired but our tour guide looked variously like diego maradona (with cap on) or Nik Nak from the bond film (without cap) he also had the worlds shiftiest eyes which made all his tour guide speil sound bogus. anyway day one we drove to the river tasted some local fruit toured the natural canals had some lunch more boating through beautiful scenary other stuff like that really but the key things is that all this time the guide was reminding me of maradona, really it was funny.

we met some people on the tour and had our evening meal and a few beers with them which was probably a mistake as we had a 6am start the next day to see a floating market. the floating market was somewhat of a disappointment. there were a few boats selling melons and pineapples etc but we sailed through it pretty quickly only for Diego to announce that we would now sail on to the SMALL market , which as we suspected was one guy on a raft with a pineapple that no one wanted. we did a U turn round him (trying to splash him for wasting our time, urchin!)and headed back but it took over two hours in the baking sun and we were back at the hotel we'd stayed at just after 11 for lunch, I could have slept in... i held that against diego for some time. after lunch we drove on to another town past a crocdile farm and to a temple up a hill for sun set which was again very sweaty, (diego didn't do the climb, i imagine he was busy shooting an air-rifle at journalists or losing / gaining weight)

then quickly on to a new hotel for tea and an early night this time, 6 oclock start again the next day......

day 3 - trip to a fishing village which just means people build houses on the river and have big cages under neath them stacked with live fish which they sell when they are fat enouhg. next stop was a Cham minority village. which was funny and spawned a few gags on the trip. so this is our Cham minority report. (ha first joke)

this village was on house basically where they stuck a pretty girl in front of a weaving maching and then tried to sell you shawls and stuff for loads of cash. Urchins milled around ttrying to sell you cakes endlessly repeating 7 for a dollar. it was then that Jennifer spotted the Cham minority playstation. and we renamed the village a Sham minority village. just jokes.....

anyway then we ploughed on to another boat and then another boat and then crossed the boarder then boat then bus and finally we were in cambodia....

phew! good few days and parting from Nik nak (cap dispensed with on day two) was tough but we had to move on....