DAY TWENTY FIVE The night was tough on both of us...our fly net prevented the little b****** mossies from penetrating our cordon, but the overflow pipes that were situated conveniently in the jungle next to our hut were released in the witching hour. Stuffing wedges of Vicks Vaporub up our snoz's masked the pure sewerage smell to an extent, but in this case sewerage was king! ( if anyone ever visits the Monkey Island bungalows, do not accept bungalow 17!) The op...

DAY TWENTY FOUR After the torrential outburst from the the upper ionosphere yesterday afternoon, we were treated by a skin tingling sun shiny day. This was good news, as today was the travel day to the island of Koh Rong, situated off Cambodias biggest advert for weed smoking and beach pollution -Sihanoukville. Luckily the islands we were going to had the hallmark of the little bit of paradise we were requiring. The Scottish brummie, Rob Dunleavy and one of Jasm...