We made the long journey from Phnom Penh down to Kep as a stop over before heading to Phu Quoc island. We arrived absolutely exhausted but so relieved to be out of the tiny minibus packed full of backpackers and strange smells. The next morning we cheerfully awaiting our bus which took us to the Cambodian/Vietnamese border. Along the way we got into an awkward scuffle with a German couple who claimed we'd taken their seats. After pretending we couldn't understan...

Having both read a book about a woman's childhood in Cambodia during the 1970s Khmer Rouge regime we were both really keen to get to Phnom Penh and see the city. We visited Choeung Ek (the Killing Fields) which was one of many mass graves from that era. As we listened to an audio tour which included real accounts from a few survivors, it brought tears to my eyes to hear stories of what these people endured as little as 30 years ago. A Buddhist Stupa on the ground...

With our 25 hours in Bangkok done and dusted, we grabbed a cheeky 5 hour sleep (a luxury these days) before jumping on our bus to the Thai / Cambodian armpit of arranyprathet. Devastated at the size of the border queue we cooked in the midday sun before eventually getting to the front only to be told that in fact December actually has 31 days (oops) and we had officially overstayed our welcome. 'prease join other queue, you pay now' with one look at our new lin...