Kim Hoa Resort Hotel Phu Quoc Island

... the abandoned structure, which was enshrouded in whisps of cloud. We had our packed lunches, and Danny was able to procure a warm Angkor from people working for a telecom on the summit. The old casino would have been impressive in its time, looking out over the Gulf of Thailand, with a 1000ft drop off the third story balcony (apparently suicide was not uncommon). Sadly, there were no views in the weather... Danny did however find a "Cambodian ...

... caught our 1pm flight to Saigon (included in the tour) at were back at Natalie's flat by 3pm. We spent another weekend with Natalie which included drinks in posh places like the Sheraton, dancing in cheesy sleazy places like Apocalypse Now and eating wonderfully flamboyant (but still less than half the price of UK) food. <br>On Sunday we went to Damsen waterpark which for the bargain price of 2pounds allowed you endless rides on slides which would never pass ...

... gone to the wrong pearl farm because I think there should have been a little interpretive center or something other than the bare bones demonstration followed by a shopping experience, not that it really mattered). We didn&#8217;t stay long and were soon jolting and bouncing our way further along the road. The driver had opened the passenger side window and turned off the air conditioning which would have been fine except for the fact that soon my face and shirt were getting splattered ...

Alright there folks, All keeping well I trust. All going grand with us apart from a wee mishap this morning but we will get to that. And dont worry Pauline its nothing big!!!!! After the last blog we went out for the nicest meal we have had yet. The place was called Friends and was a wee gem not because of any ties with a certain over rated TV show but because its takes kids off the streets and provides them with training to get jobs in the hospitality industry ...

... leathers.<br><br>The tour itself, of some caves and a pepper plantation, proved fairly uninspiring, but Mazer and I had some good chats along the way. He kept apologising for his English, but I reassured him that it was probably better than my Khmer. <br><br>As well as working at the restaurant and doing tours, Mazer grew up on a rice plantation and spent most of his childhood working there with his family. Even now he spends his mornings ...

... nowadays, is is in a hurry. We're losing touch with ourselves, with each other, and with our surroundings.' <br>'That's one method,' Johannes thought. 'You can go here, there, anywhere, very slowly.'<br>After some breakfast from the polite Cambodian hosts at the Ta Eng, we headed for the motorbike hirer and fetched our selected scooters.<br>'How do we get to the lake?' Johannes was a bit uncertain.<br>The proprietor gave us a map.<br>'If ...

... most distinguished landmarks is the old (and patchwork) steel bridge that pre-dates the Khmer Rouge era. Having been blown up several times, this bridge is not used by cars or trucks, but instead carries a constant stream of motos, bicycles, and pedestrians between the historic town centre and the sprawling residential area on the eastern shore. We spent our first full day in Kampot just wandering around town, checking out the crumbling French Colonial ...

... in my life! <br><br>As we walked up the beach we passed a number of resorts &amp; hotels which were in a state of total disrepair. <br><br>Roofs had been blown off (presumably), walls had fallen over, beach chairs were chipped or rusting... yet we're only 3 weeks away from 'peak' season, and all of the resorts here have just doubled their prices, from 1st October?! <br><br>Maybe all the owners repair any problems before the high (dry) season, and then ...