A One-Way Ticket To Sihanoukville

Laid-back travellers?
I look more like Eddie Yeats in his bin wagon.

We might as well have slept in the hold. It would have been quieter.

Eleven hours in the equivalent of a luggage rack UNDER the seats, this cramped, windowless death trap was our mode of transit from Siem Reap.

If I'd been granted the luxury of sleep, the driver's leaning on his horn from 6am onward might have been a gentle alarm call to mark our arrival at the relaxing beachy backwater of Sihanoukville.

With Bianca

Staying at the Everythang hostel, our cabana (shack) was ten steps from a calm, warm South China Sea in which we indulged ourselves for six days, when we weren't lounging around the beach.

This is as laid-back a thang as we've done on our travels. Only the streams of sunglasses salesmen and massage ladies and the distant throb of house music break up the tranquility, from swimming at sunrise to golden sunset.

Bar a couple of massive thunderstorms, we were treated to long, hot hot hot days on the loungers, with a stroll to one of the many beachfront restaurants along the strand of an evening. Like I said, we're getting too soft.

Yet more grub

Kim went to a temple thing with our new mate, crazy Dutch lady Bianca.

We had a great boat trip day around the islands, swimming, sunbathing and contracting a mild stomach upset from some uncooked chicken.

My carnivorous days are numbered. I am very much enjoying SE Asian curry without meat. Kim has given me the 'green' light, but I fully expect dinner invitations to taper off when we get home.

Phnom Penh and the killing fields next up. Brace yourself, my dear.