The sleep was good on our night bus.
I woke up at 10.30pm and at 3am both as the bus had stopped for toilet breaks, then for good at 7am.
With only an easy hour to go, we watched the sun rise from our 60mph bedroom until we arrived in the sea-side town of Shianokville.
First call as always was to get a room for the night. As always the Tuk-Tuk driver dropped us off at his favourite 'commission based' guesthouse; no good! So the search for home begins.

We found a room in Guesthouse 888. It really was just a room in a Swiss guys' house. Not bad, not great, but $10 a night was ok for us. It later turned out that, had we not been lazy, and if continued on a few 100 meters, then we would have found 'the strip' whereby clean, backpacker friendly guesthouses were only $8. Lesson learnt that sometimes the 'strip' isn't all that bad.
Off on the hunt for breakfast we headed for the beach (10meters from our front door) and strolled along until we found a suitable place for grub. Unfortunately that involved walking the entire length of the beach as most eating establishments were poor (and that's being nice!). We found a spot, the last one at the far end of the beach, called The Cove. The wooden restaurant deck hung over a rocky section of coast line. Comfy seats, a pot of tea, and an amazing Israeli dish (strange, I know) that I don't remember the name of. It was a hot tomato based sauce with peppers, onion, and chilli, served in the frying pan it was cooked in with two poached eggs on top. Along with a baguette and some butter...amazing!!
Now full and lethargic we retreated to the restaurants' sun beds on the beach. Although tempting, we declined the local women's service of manicures, pedicures and massages while soaking up the sun.
Local kids tried their best selling techniques on us to buy their handmade bracelets, but again we declined and took to watching them jump in the rocky water from the decking!
A spot of rain turned into buckets of rain! We ran for cover in the restaurant. Another pot of tea and a taste of the local king prawns, whilst reading, passed the time while it pissed it down all day!
It eventually slowed so we decided to brave it. We headed for 'the strip'.
We took a short stroll to see what was around and found a stop for a sandwich, chips and a jug of beer.
We then returned to the beach to see what it had to offer for the evening. Being a Sunday the beach and bars were full of locals, not westerners, which really made a change!
The walk back to our guesthouse only confirmed our earlier feelings towards the crappy beach scene. Seafood guts, legs, shells and tails, rubbish and general crap littered the floors and sand, as it seems that once you de-shell your prawn or crab the locals just lob it on the ground!
We named this stretch of beach the Cambodian Butlins....and that's being harsh to any Butlins!!
Home for a shower and a nap that turned into the nights sleep!