

Phumĭ Véal Thum, Cambodia
Luckily, after an ambiguous start, I started to feel better as our journey to Sihanoukville progressed (much to BG's relief). Although a relatively short distance in theory, the roads were so bad that what should have taken three hours was more like six, the last of which was a painful crawl along a road sandwiched between paddy fields stretching as far as the eye could see in both directions. This road was literally covered in pot holes and the bus crept along a...