Before I begin with Cambodia, we had the pleasure of a fairly short bus journey across the border from Saigon. As we were dropped off from our Cu Chi Tunnels tour at the bus station, we had half an hour to wait, so Ryan decided to go grab us all a few snacks. He wondered off, and we waited...and waited. 20 minutes later, the bus was here and Boland still wasn't back. 5 minutes later, the bus ready to leave, we see Ryan strolling along without a care in the world with a couple of carrier bags! He jumps on board with a big grin, "I've got foooood boys!". Now, any normal person would have bought a few sandwiches, maybe some crisps and drinks, even just a pack of biscuits. Ryan isn't a normal person. We weren't sure if he was taking the mick, but he sat down, and slowly started pulling out little bags from the 2 big ones. Noodles...greens...more noodles...garnish...some powdery thing...and then, 3 BAGS of soup! What the f***??! Me and Gary were slightly bemused, but realised he was being serious when he pulled out 3 tubs and chopsticks! Some how we managed to stick all the ingredients in with minimal spillage (a remarkable feat considering the crappy roads in Vietnam!). And all whilst Ryan was looking so proud of himself! Noodle soup on a bus...who does that?!

Anyway! We slip through customs with no issues and arrive in Phnom Penh around 8/9pm. A tuk tuk driver called Hani walks up to Gary, "Hey man, you need tuk tuk??", and his English was better than the other con artists around, so we hopped in, he drove us around and found a hostel for us. I say con artists...this guy managed to get extra money of Gary because he "had no change". Ha! As it was getting late, we had a quiet one, grabbed dinner (an awesome chicken schnitzel!), went for a stroll along the river, passed the big palace back to the guesthouse and got some kip.

We planned to go see the killing fields the next day, and as Gary and Ryan had brekkie at a corner bar, the owner, Timmy, arranged for a tuk tuk to take us there and anywhere else we wanted! We arrived at the genocide centre and had a guide walk us round explaining what exactly happened at sites like these around Cambodia. The detail he went into was quite horrific, and not knowing the history behind this made it even more shocking. Even harder to believe as it happened in the last 30/40 years. An eye opening day is an apt way to describe it. The sombre mood pretty much threw any potential plans out of the window. The thought of using a rocket launcher to blow up a cow was tempting, but not really worth the $600 none of us had! Somebody had told us how they were offered to buy the cow and blow it up, which is normal, but he asked if they could get hold of a human (for a joke). The Cambodians reply..."give us 2 days"! I guess anything IS possible here!!

We spent the evening at Timmy's restaurant, watching the devastation of the Japan disaster unfold. The tsunami warnings were quite high, and parts of South East Asia were mentioned. Thanks to all 5 of you for your concern, we weren't affected in any way. Through out the night, Timmy would join us at our table, sharing jokes and beers. We introduced him to Alan, and he started a little betting game with Ryan for cheap change. Ryan the hustler wiped out Timmy's pockets but in good spirits! Get in Boland! Timmy also managed to sort out our bus to our next destination, Sihanouk Ville, the next morning. This guy was like a jack of all trades! He then sent us off to a decent club where we stayed for a while. Wasn't really the best place in the world, a load of old English guys, maybe 60% of women were after some money, and a strange group of gay guys paying us too much attention. We had a few beers and got out of there!! Sleep was had in preparation for our bus trip the next day.

Breakfast at Timmy's was had before we hopped on our bus and out of town, to Sihanouk Ville. Again, Timmy arranged for a pick up at the bus station and a place for us to stay for the weekend. And off we went to the next stop!