Gerry Hat-Trick

Funny thing, time. After watching our last Koh Rong Sanloem sunset I said to V “It’s funny – after we’d been here a couple of days I was thinking ‘How are we going to occupy ourselves here for a week?’ Now I’m sitting here thinking ‘Another week wouldn’t hurt.’” But that really is all, folks. […]

Laid back or what? As per, nothing to report. We haven’t quite got round to those treks through the jungle, and even today’s yoga fell by the wayside after the mat was occupied by grunting yoot this morning then I cried off on our return from the beach, pleading fatigue after two jolly energetic swims.

We’re a very adaptable species.  After two months and change of flying here and bussing there and doing this and doing that and seeing this and trying that and exploring here and checking out there we now find ourselves in a place where there’s really nowhere to go and nothing to do and…it’s really very

…in that the pic comes from sunset yesterday. Necessary because for the first time on this entire trip I haven’t taken a single photo today. It’s been a quiet one.  The night wasn’t that quiet: we were woken in the small hours by a torrential downpour, leaving us quaking in our hut under our rush

…and nuthin’s plenty for us. Ho yus. Bin pretty full on ever since we arrived in Cambodia – all cities ‘n culture & no rest for the wicked, so it’s nice to find ourselves in a place where there’s really very little to do but chill. Made a heuuluva start to it last night –

This is one of the others. We are in a proper exclusive resort tonight. Exclusive not by price or prestige, but because getting to the place demands a one mile plus schlep across the middle of an island, including the section in the pic – 10-15 minutes of rock-strewn descent which would defeat all but

…the most striking image you’ve managed to capture is of the loo in the onsweet of your new hotel room. Then again, it is a pretty striking image. Don’t think I’ve ever had – or indeed, for that matter, even seen – a golden bog before. That aside, it’s been a pretty humdrum day. The

Set off in search of breakfast this morning, but it didn’t get off to a very good start. We couldn’t find anywhere like the kinds of places we’ve grown used to – little restaurants where locals slurp broth. We were both still feeling a bit jangled, and Virle’s cough hadn’t got much better overnight, and