Phnom Penh to Vietnam

We had asked the tuk tuk driver who took us to the killing fields if he could take us to the airport on Tuesday and he used his fingers to work out which day we meant. Fortunately he turned up nice and early and we ventured out into the melee. It probably took 10 years off our life expectancy in the traffic fumes.

Barber on the pavement

Our flight was on time and it only took under an hour. As you can't get Vietnamese Dong currency in the UK I made a quick dash to an ATM and instantly became a millionaire (1 million Dong = £38!). Then a quick purchase of some chips in order to get change for the bus to the city. That journey cost a grand total of 63p and we only had a 5 minute walk to the hostel.

The hostel is down a residential street thankfully off the main, noisy drag. We know when to turn left now to get home - by the lady who cooks pork steaks all day on the corner.

We have to leave our shoes in the hostel lobby and use the flipflops provided.