Phnom Penh – a dark past

Our first experience of a bus for a while was not a promising experience and did not make me eager to leave the Vietnamese train lines and head into Cambodia. We waited 45 minutes for our booked bus, only for a minivan to turn up and take us 200 yards down the road before chucking … Continue reading Phnom Penh – a dark past →

Phu Quoc – the four S’s

I clung to the back of the moped as the tiny Vietnamese lady threw it over ruts in the road. She was about half my size and I thought if I held on to her she might topple off. Theo was back at the tourist office about a mile ot two back and I was, … Continue reading Phu Quoc – the four S’s →