Back to the big smoke of Phnom Pehn

A couple of days ago I reported that Bob had not sustained any further injuries. I now have to share that He also tried to take himself out on the stairwell, the bathroom door and the van. He is still standing however. At the dinner last night we had the final Nuffy and honorable awards, and Bob's was the best yet!! He had gotten disoriented during the night while wanting to go to the loo, and instead of going to the bathroom he went out the front door. Not a problem normally, unless you are completely starkers!! There has never been a dull moment with Bob.

Ben received the Honorable award for disarming Esmae's bell. Every day we were cycling Esmae would work her way from the back of the group to the front ringing her mickey mouse bell all the way. Clinton and I tried to disarm it but stuffing it with toilet paper, but she cottened onto this quite early. Ben however just knicked off with the top of the bell, to everyone's delight!!!!!

This morning after a few of the team headed down to the beach for a quick dip, we headed back to Phnom Pehn in the vans. Most of us were quite happy to see the back of Sihanukville. The beach was ok but it was so unreal compared to the rest of Cambodia. Very touristy. It is a four hour trip by van and we stopped for lunch at this lettle restaurant. Steve being one of the bravest in the team ordered lok lak and rice, not having any idea what it was. It turned out to be beef, but by the end of the day he had a raging fever, and consequently decided to stay in for the night.

We settled into the Goldiana Hotel and then most of us took a tuk tuk to the famous foreign Correspondants club. Full of westerners and europeans, but happy hour from 5 to 7pm. Two red wines and a handle of beer for $5. We then tuk tuked off to the bright lotus restaurant for some semi western/cambodian/italian fare. Nice and quite cheap to. When we arrived home Clinton and I had a ball with Esmae. She was using the internet in another room so Clinton and I spent some time showing up in her window at different angles and different times. Childish I know but we just had a ball. Later on Clinton and I headed upstairs, me lagging behind. As i reached our floor I found a near collapsed Clinton in histerics. He had though I was behind him and decided to scare the living daylights out of me as I came round the corner. Instead He startled some poor european man, who was so shaken He went to the wrong room and woke someone else up. Needless to say Clinton was nearly wetting himself with laughter and was very embarrassed.