Mar 03 - Last day in the jungle. After the frog hunters had gone to bed, we actually had a peaceful night, with the flowing river lulling us to sleep. We rolled out of our hammocks, and sat by the fire - it had been pretty chilly last night. Breakfast was noodle soup again; I think Srau had finally decided the meat was fully depreciated, so we just made them with the seasoning that came in the packet. As we were about to start, the thatch collecters came over aga...

Mar 02 - We woke up to birdsong - no roosters, which was a relief! We were in US Military-style hammocks, which have a built-in mosquito net. They're actually a really clever design, and fairly comfortable - these hammocks said "Made in USA", but their instructions included: "Make sure this lif-jaket is attached to bodis before use. Do not sit on!", so I guess they were local knock-offs, with the wrong pattern transcribed. I looked up through ...

Mar 01 - Considering that we went to bed at eight 'o'clock the night before, we woke up pretty late - about seven-thirty. The Pnong family were already up, so we rolled up our hammocks and went outside to have a stretch. I half-heartedly looked around for some sort of bathroom, but there wasn't anything of the sort. The ground outside the south side of the house was covered with poo - much of it strangely human-looking, which was quite a shock to see. These peopl...

Mar 03 - So Friday was the day we set off on our trek through the jungles of Mondulkiri. We woke up for a quick breakfast at Phnom Meas, and met up with Rainer, Zelia and Baptiste. The hotel manager, Mr Tree, was a little late, so we had to play a quick game of charades to get our orders in, as no-one else at the guest house speaks much English. Tree rocked up at about eightish; we packed our trekking gear into the tuk-tuk and said goodbye to Rainer, who was stay...