And also this young chap, who was handling one of the other boats with what looked like a masterful hand, while his father, presumably, was down in the boondocks chatting with a punter. And they were wonderful....

Today was always going to be a non-event – very much a means to an end rather than any kind of end in itself. What’s to say about the bus trip that took us from Kampot to Phnom Penh, and the...

Didn’t get off to the absolute bestest of starts. The motorbike guy came with a new scooter to replace the one from yesterday, after we’d protested about it having, among other things, no back...

Busy, busy, busy, to quote the great Kurt Vonnegut. Starting with yesterday evening when we took another walk into town to go to the night market. Passing en route via a massive society wedding with what...