The bus from Kampot took ages to get back to Phnom Penh, partly because it kept stopping in the countryside to pick people up and drop them off, and partly because once we reached the city it was around 5pm and thus rush hour. It took probably the best part of an hour from the outskirts of the city to get to the bus station through the sea of tuk tuks, motorbikes and SUVs with 'LEXUS' emblazoned on the side.

When we got to the bus station we were glad to get off and see a chap with a board with our names on it. He was probably glad to see us too, as the bus was due at least an hour earlier and he would have been waiting the whole time.

We hopped in the tuk tuk and once again braved the clogged streets of the city. Even in the smaller tuk tuk in which we could slip between some of the traffic, it took us ages to return to St. 258. The tuk tuk dropped us at Number 9, the smart hotel next door to the OK guest house where we'd stayed on our previous visit.

We went inside the hotel to see if they would honour their promise of a $10 room if we came back to stay with them. The lady who served us didn't know anything about our deal, and as the guy who we had spoken to before wasn't there, we would have to go for a room at the price they quoted. We looked at a couple of rooms and chose one on a higher floor, which was small but neat and looked out over the rooftop terrace and its small pool.

We dumped our things and headed down to the bar to have a happy hour cocktail, which first of all took an eternity to be served and secondly was the wrong cocktail. After getting the correct drink, which was in the end quite tasty, we set off out to get dinner, walking past the independence monument around which were numerous groups of locals all dancing in formation to boom boxes, evidently a popular pastime in Cambodia.

We had arranged whilst on the bus to meet up with Jen, my old friend from university who we'd failed to catch up with properly on our last visit to Phnom Penh. We walked to Sovana, the restaurant we had met Conrad at before, and found a table to wait for Jen who turned up shortly. Jen told us the restaurant was one of her favourites so, rather than trying to pick from the extensive menu we asked her what was worth trying and ordered a few dishes between us. The restaurant was a BBQ place similar to the one we'd been to twice in Siem Reap so we got two big plates of utterly delicious BBQ beef as well as some fried corn with crispy shrimps, fried morning glory, some vegetable noodles and a jug of beer which we shared, poured over ice in our glasses in the local style.

After our great meal and having had a good chat, finding out about Jen's work at the UN department assisting the court conducting the Khmer Rouge tribunal, we walked over to St. 278 again to go to a bar. Some of Jen's friends were at a place called Elsewhere, so we met them, had a few drinks then headed off as the others seemed to have plans.

We walked back up past the now-quiet indepenence monument in its large square, then went up to our room, changed, and returned to the 3rd floor rooftop terrace and pool. We climbed into the refreshingly cool little pool and splashed around for a while, before heading up to bed.

In the morning we got up and packed, then decided we decided we had time before we needed to leave for the airport to go and get some more souvenirs which we'd meant to buy earlier. We hopped in a tuk tuk and returned to the large central market, where we picked up some gifts and then returned to the hotel.

Back at the hotel, we had a great and cheap breakfast then asked the hotel receptionist to call the tuk tuk driver who'd driven us from the bus station the night before as he'd agreed to take us to the airport for a good price.

When he turned up we piled our stuff into the tuk tuk and rode through the morning taffic out towards the airport, about 10km away. It took quite a while to get out to the airport, and when we were about 200m away from the entrance a massive downpour began, which soon completely soaked our driver to his skin. We managed to stay relatively dry in the covered trailer of the tuk tuk. We pulled into the airport and, realising how far it was to the airport and feeling bad because he was soaked, we paid the driver a little bit more than we'd agreed to.

We got checked in for the flight, through security and relaxed in the departure lounge before getting on our flight to Singapore which left a little bit late.