Head out and have a French pancake with wonderful Kampot honey. Very sweet which wakes me up along with my coffee. We decide to go up to Bokor National Park. After filling up with petrol we ride to the base of the mountain and buy our tickets for 50 cents. The road winds up into the mountains, the locals enjoying the last day of new year and heading up to the cooler climate. We weave around the cars struggling to negotiate the ever curving and steep roads. T...

After enjoying our breakfast we grab a tuk tuk to the bus station. Running out of petrol the driver apologises and we walk the rest of the way. Arrived at Kampot and go to Arcadia hostel described as being just out of town. Turns out its in the middle of nowhere. It had a gym though - a lonely punchbag swinging in the breeze. We laugh and get the confused tuk tuk driver to take us back into town. We consult the guide and try the Hour Kheang Guesthouse. Famil...

Get up to catch our bus to the capital at 7am. Packing quickly we head out onto the slightly cooler streets. This is the best part of the day and I see why the locals are up and going about their tasks. We are taking the "big bus" which is direct, larger and hopefully won't stop every 2 seconds like the "mini bus". After getting on we are handed a bottle of water. Indeed more luxurious. The bus only stops a few times for pickups and once for lunch. In the ...

Get up and go for breakfast. With a French influence I am noticing quite a mix of Western and Khmer. Pancake with beans and baguette. Stock up as keep getting caught out. We have decided to fly to the Philippines for 10 days as cheap from this neck of the woods. Disorganised backpacking has its moments but gives a greater sense of freedom. We arrange flights to Philippines and accommodation on the dwindling battery of my ipad. It takes longer than expected ...

We said our farewells to Mary at the frog and started our long bus journey east. Constantly stopping whilst the minibus picked up more and more people. A rather large Belgian (Bert) at 6'7" boards and we eventually stop so our bags can be moved off the minibus. A moped and our bags get precariously strapped to the back whilst onlookers figure out the best way to attach them. Two more people are squeezed into the front seat and we drive to a market where water ...