I'm writing to tell you about my near death experience with a spider. It all happened on our bus journey between Siem Reap and Phnom Penh. We'd made a stop at a little market place, where young children come to your bus window attempting to sell you their bread/ fruit/ deep fried grasshoppers. I'd opened our window so that Dean could haggle the price of pineapple with a ten year old. Then I spotted her...the girl with the tarantula. I gave a little yelp and started to close the window. Young girl was delighted by my reaction and proceeded to bring giant spider closer (Did i ever mention how much I love kids?) I managed to close the window just in time, but she continued to taunt we with it, smiling with glee at the look of horror on my face. One man reboarded the bus with a bag of deep fried tarantulas, which he was happily sharing around. He also had a small bag of live spiders (For "frying later" I pressume) By this time I had decided that i didnt like Cambodia anymore. Anywhere with access to that many spiders cannot be good. I bet I have nightmares tonight... Claire x