As decided the night before we packed our things and after a pretty bad breakfast headed off in search of somewhere we could actually enjoy staying. Believe it our not this was the first time we had been in a tuk tuk the whole trip which seems silly really considering there are literally millions in Thailand alone. Anyway off we went to Otres beach which is little more than a dirt road, a couple of dozen overpriced hotels/bungalows and a thin line of beach which stretches about 4km. The 3 of us shared a twin room again in pretty much the only place we could find under $15. Cambodia has a preference of using US dollars over the Riel which is making everything vastly expensive for Asia. In an attempt to get away from the tourist hordes we head up the beach for a nice long walk and a swim. It was so much nicer further down, the rubbish and people dropped away with the guest houses and the water became clearer. We also found our favourite place to stay of the whole trip so far. A little place called Shanti Shanti owned and run by some lovely French people, (Mat the owner, mostly stoned but a funny guy, Sophie does the cooking and makes things for the shop and her brother Christopher makes a super cup of coffee) we booked one of the only four stilted bungalows they had for the next night. That evening we stopped at the bar opposite the road and Kev ordered a veggie burger, except by Cambodian context that's a burger bun with just lettuce and tomatoes, Kev's face was a picture! Once again happy to move to onwards and upwards to something better we decided to walk the 2km with our backpacks to our much anticipated room for the night. We were lucky enough to have the closest bungalow to the beach, about 3 ft. The bungalows are open with just a bed and a storage box but that's more than you need. We spent the rest of the day eating the amazing fresh quiche with salad, drinking yummy coffee and talking with Christopher and Sophie that help run this perfect place. The only thing that slightly spoiled our time here was neither of us could sleep. We had starting taking our anti-malaria pills and after a week we were having a few issues. The strange dreams were getting worse and it was getting harder to sleep through them but even worse i was starting to get paranoid, sleeping 10ft up with no walls and the only the sound of the sea should have been lovely but it was just making me hear and see all kinds of things! (after this i decided to stop taking them, i was becoming a nervous wreck and am informed with some amusement from other people that the not necessary here most countries don't advise them as they do more harm than good for the places we are staying) The following morning we had a breakfast of Shanti toast and the yummiest french toast with palm sugar with Claudia and Christopher (the sibling that makes the coffee). Our tuktuk came for us at 11am and we sadly said goodbye to our favourite place.