Temples temples temples (and a motorbike on a dirt road)

Despite not being entirely better Andrea and I dragged ourselves out of bed to do a seriously hardcore day at Angkor Wat. Deciding we were too ill for cycling (v wise decision) we found a tuk tuk driven by someone who I think was called Weevil, who was the cutest Cambodian we'd ever met. Patting ourselves on the back for beating the tourists most of the way, we managed 8 or 9 temples in 11 hours, not bad for 38 degree heat and us both on the crackers! The temples, even the second time round, were amazing and Andrea's enthusiasm made them even better! Angkor is probably the most amazing man-made thing I've ever seen, I can't describe them properly here, just go and see them! The next day we made it to a few more temples but sadly didn't beat the tourists and after lunch we gave up, retreating to our air conditioned room and Home Alone...

We were slightly apprehensive about our bus journey to Phnom Penh which turned out to be painless with lots of legroom! However, then came decision time...how does one get to Phu Quoc???? We set off to Kampot to cross the border in the south of Cambodia, a crossing only recently opened and therefore not in LP yet. The bus to Kampot was supposed to be 2 hours; 4 1/2 hours later we stopped at Kep, still an hour and a half from Kampot so we got off and decided to wing it. We ended up jumping on the back of two motorbikes, our rucksacks between the driver and the handlebars and bounced over a dirt road for an hour. However, it was one of the most picturesque journeys we've taken, through rice fields, salt fields, little bamboo huts, villages apparently unused to the rather bizarre sight of westerners on the back of a motorbike with children running out to wave. We reached the Cambodian border, a little shack, an hour later then crossed onto the Vietnam side which was a rather more impressive big concrete gate with an enormous room for immigration. I think they were trying to make a point.

A further bumpy moto ride and 2 hours on the most bumpy bus of all time we managed to make it to Rach Gia to get the ferry to PQ. Success! Further amusement ensued when we could not find a restaurant in Rach Gia and our efforts to find one were met with blank looks. Not so used to tourists here!