Come on Cambodia. Wat a place........ (they don't get any better)

An appointment to meet Mr & Mrs Proffit saw another epic journey - this time direct from Don Det to Siem Reap (if you don't count going via Phnom Penh . . . the resulting Erica-type strop didn't accomplish much other than being cheerfully shown my place in the overloaded mini-van which required one butt cheek to be on one half of a seat, and one on another half. Patience is a virtue apparently.)

Team Proffit were on top form and thankfully playing the honeymoon card and staying in a lush B&B where we could re-establish some serenity by sneaking in a couple of non-paying-guest swims.

The reason for the Siem Reap visit was of course the amazing temples of Angkor - vast, ancient and numerous. The husband, armed with various guide/history/reference books, a pink shirt, specs and his mother-in-law's gardening hat was our very happy guide for a day. Angkor Wat, Preah Khan, Bayon and Ta Prohm the favourites and scored 4/4 on the Proffit 4 diamond scale.

Cambodia is more dollar conscious than Laos and the dollar is the currency, not even trying to keep it Riel. Their English is very good and although the horrendous and very recent history of Pol Pot & the Khmer Rouge is evident with limbless landmine victims (over 50,000), the people on the whole are friendly and optimistic. Hard to comprehend that there are still 8m unexploded landmines in the country, and around 2000 new landmine victims every year. Madness.

We had planned three nights here, but before moving on Mr B had an attack of Temple-itis (or tummy bug) and so we lingered.... and lingered. More dry bread, Sprite and the knowledge that the longer he ailed, the more chances his wife took to spend $$ on massages & markets aided his recovery, although it was speedy. Pete Harvey and Wilderness Expertise get a special mention for supplying the medi-pack, we love those re-hydration salts. And so back to Phnom Penh.