We got to Phnom Penh fine, although it was a long long journey, about 8 hours, even though it stated 6. When we were travelling we went through Kampong Thom and we hoped we would stop at our previous hotel and we could find the tuk tukguy we used to take us to Sambor Prei Kuk, to thank him for his brother's hospitality. It didnt stop, but we did pull up for a about 5 minutes, and our guy was there, we waved and did a thumbs up to thank him for his contact and brothers help while in Siem Reap, we were gutted the coach didnt let us off, we would have liked to chat to him.

We got to Phnom Penh and it was late, and dark out. We grabbed a tuk tuk, or should i rephrase that to "he grabbed us". lol. We arrived at our guest house, the room was horrid, but ok for 1 night, it was just small and the bathroom so so small. No window so very hot. Col woke up the next day poorly, very ill, belly problems, if you know what i mean. Lets just say I lost count of the times he went to the loo in the next 3 days, I requested a different room as we both couldnt be couped up in that room while Col was ill. I stayed in all day and went down and dined on my own that evening, while Col slept. The next day we only visited the museum in the afternoon as Col still wasnt right. Eventually he started to feel better, so we managed to visit the Killing Fields, S21, and the royal palace while in Phnom Penh, but stayed a little longer than planned so I have changed my flights to Australia until January.

Killing Fields & S21, wow, what an eye opening & humbling experience. I cannot believe how the human race can be so cruel & evil. It was eye opening, hence I didnt feel the need to take any photos that day. It was horrific walking around the school that was turned into the prison S21 which housed so many Cambodians, while torturing them, viewing the photos, the graves and the blood stains on the floor. (They have left the prison, how they found it). The tiny cells which they housed them in, Just awful. Then to the Killing Fields, 13km outside of Phnom Penh, another sobering experience. Seeing the graves, the clothes which are still coming up through the ground because of the heavy rainfall, they are wrapped around the roots of the tree and work their way up to the surface. along with bones and teeth. Then the killing tree, were they smashed babies heads against before lobing them into the grave next door. It made me feel sick, how Pol Pot could do this for the 4 years of terror and no one did anything! All the skulls piled up in a Memorial Stupa. What really turns my stomach is knowing that they didnt use bullets for exectuion as they cost too much, but instead used axes or farming tools to hack at them and bash their heads in. So wicked.

Royal Palace - they next day in the afternoon we walked to the Royal Palace, we could'nt go in which was a shame, but we later found out why. On the 15th October, the King's father passed away and he now lays in state for the next 3 months at the palace. Now we understand why the road is blocked off to traffic and why so many people hang out outside the grounds with flowers and why the big reath with a huge picture of the kings father, it all makes sence now. At night there is chanting on a loud speaker, it looks lovely lit up at night.

I like Phnom Penh but the crazy traffic, i dont think i would dare ever drive or use a motorbike. The last day was spent organising our onwards transport to Ho Chi Ming City, Vietnam and our visa and accommodation. Next stop, Saigon.