Floating Island Guest House Phnom Penh

... it out. So we checked our email back at the hotel and found out our new Dutch friends Dave and Catharina were going to join us there at 6pm. After a long shower I felt better and we walked down the crowded streets to the FCC. About halfway there we got to an intersection where two parallel roads met and the result was people weaving in and out, switching roads in both directions. It was chaos and Gabe suggested we cross our street and ...

... wurden.

Das Regime wollte die aus Kambodscha einen primitiven "Bauernstaat" machen und liess alle Intellektuellen und solche die sie dafuer hielten ermorden und versuchten so das Volk auf dem niedrigsten Bildungslevel zu halten.

Danach waren wir noch in "S 21" Vor dem Regime war es eine Schule, nach der Machtuebernahme wurde es zum Folter-Gefaengnis umgebaut.

Luckily we decided to stay out until 0400 in the morning drinking Siagon beer and fending off the local workintg gears on the pool table.

So first boarder to cross on a bike that had already carried us from north to south Vietnam - where we pushing it I hoped not! Anyway finally finshed some noodle soup and headed for the Vietnam/ Cambodia boarder to get our visas and drive to Phnom Penh.

50 miles from the boarder we got stopped by the ...

... the roads are hectic and made dangerous by the number of 4x4 zooming past bikes.
There are no pedestrian crossings you just have to wade out into the
road that is 6 lanes wide and hope the bikes swerve around you. If there are any pavements
they are over run by stalls, bikes and 4x4's parked on them.



We then went to the Foreign Correspondance Club for a fruit shake and some ...

With Helen in town with me for a couple of weeks, we decided to spoil ourselves with a mini-break to Hotel I'Imprevu about half an hour outside Phnom Penh on the Kandal road, Gotta say that I got quite excited by the lovely pool and garden, private bungalows and chance to escape from the volunteer house for a little while.
The ...

... headed for the border, only my second ever land crossing. It's a complicated process, involving going into the office on the Vietnamese side of the border, doing some paperwork, putting your luggage through an x-ray machine that nobody is watching, getting back on the bus, driving 100 yards to the Cambodian side of the border, doing some paperwork, getting your ...

... and sometimes we stopped in the middle of a parched flat landscape of dried paddy fields, and people would appear from bushes to board the train. In one village some men hooked up a (home-made ?) trailer piled with sawn timbers, before proceeding to move these onto the top of the train carriage in front of us (while it was moving) by way of the passenger carriage. The cut logs were each about eight yards long.

The sun heated up the carriage and by lunchtime we were baking in ...