The Saigon to Hoi An leg was our longest non stop trip up the coast of Vietnam. Longer than our flight to Thailand, our journey from the islands to Bangkok and our journey from Bangkok into Cambodia. Long. We braced ourselves as we sat in the train ticket office only to find out that the last remaining tickets for our 17 hour journey in a hard sleeper 6 berth bunk. The discomfort aside, we were more nervous that we'd be sharing our tiny cabin with a noisy gang of...

Reluctantly we left our beautiful beaches of Phu Quoc and set off for the next stop along the the trail -Saigon (Ho Chi Minh City). Daunted by the full day of bus and boat traveling we used the few bob that mum had sent over to treat ourselves to a flight instead. We arrived at the brand new airport bright and early to enjoy a little brekkie (noodle soup for me and a Burger King meal for Lukey - standard) before boarding our 40 minute flight which was like a drea...

Phu Quoc is tiny tear-shaped island off the Southern coast of Vietnam, formerly part of Cambodia. The island has a really mixed reputation and whilst being famed for its beautiful beaches and pearl cultivation it's also home to coconut prison where Vietnamese war criminals were detaining in the 60s. As usual, all the other backpackers and couples hopped onto the mini bus at the pier perfectly organised with print outs of their hotels ready for the driver while we...

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...