Before getting to the Cambodian we need to go over the eating bugs scenario. It was apt that we left the eating of bugs to our last meal of Chiang Mai, and everyone was up for it. We all started with the mole cricket (which actually tasted good) and it was enough fr most people, stupidly however, i had to take it up a notch! I went for the big grasshopper and took to eat like I was starving, which was a real mistake. The abdomen part tasted horrible, but the real clincher was the legs that were like wire and left an in print all the way down my oesaphagus. Glad we tried it though. We had to wash it down with a banana split before we headed to the airport. The first Air Asia flight was delayed (surprise surprise), but it was ok because we got to watch my long lost twin brother Arnie in one of his finest (worst). We got to Bangkok and settled into some chairs which were made in entirity by hardened steel, and slept there a few hours before we found padded chairs! Lucky we are physios!

Cambodia - Day 1

Arrived in Phnom Penh early and thanks to Bec (our tour guide around these parts) we went straight to the bus stop and bought our tickets for Battambang. Cambodia was a real shock to us, it was so underdeveloped, even less then Adelaide 10 years ago!! More on that later though. We jumped on the bus as the only tourists and realised we were instantly in trouble, the bus driver had an addiction for honking his horn. Every 3-5 seconds he was on it, and i must admit, he had more musical talent with that horn then I was ever given. I think he was even of a higher intellect because even when the road was clear he could sense someone who maybe wanted to use it and horned them away. Also, a warning to girls, you may want to wear a sports bra for this trip as it is bumpy! During one of the breaks on the trip I braved a local meal. It was the only meal i have had that required a shave!! That is right, the meat had hair on it, and not just hair from the cook. In fact, to this day I still have no idea what type of meat it was, but I'm still alive (and it didn't taste too bad either). We arrived in Battambang, partially deaf, and Bec recognised some moto drivers so we went on a local tour with them. They should us around town and more into the suburbs. The simplicity of the town was a little shocking but also beautiful, I'm amazed at the homes and the lives the Cambodian's lead. We tried some local rice wine which are not an import Australian needs. The most amazing thing about the tour was the kids. Cambodian kids are the cutest we have seen and everyone of them wanted to wave to us and shake our hands. It appears they have been brainwashed to love anyone white, and we felt like royalty so it was great fun. Also tried the infamous bamboo train. Unlike in silly Australia where we use 2 train lines, the bamboo train track has only 1, so much more efficient! Oh, except that when anyone comes from the other way we have to stop and dismantle one of the carraiges so the other can get through. Luckily though we had 4 motorbikes, 1 bicycle and 10 people standing on about 3 square meters of bamboo (and being propelled by what could be considered a toy train set engine) and were therefore heavier then everyone else, so they had to get off the tracks for us. Another thing my moto driver let me in on was that in Cambodia there is no law as to the age you have to be to drive a motorbike around, all you have to be is tall enough! Glad there are no peewee 50's around here. Bec showed us a great place for dinner, the smoking pot, where we ate local grub which was very tasty, but apparently not good enough for her, as she spewed it up later that. Wasn't a late one for bed that night considering the previous night we had in the airport.