I left Phnom Penh and started my long journey home, via Battambang, a provincial town near the Thai border. I spent the day on the back of a moto, seeing the countryside and local sights, which include the Bamboo Train…

“Train” is a rather grand name for a piece of wood on top of some wheels,
connected by a bit of plastic. Oh so safe. However, you couldn’t go very fast, or get very far, as whenever you met someone coming the other way, you had to dismantle the carriage and exit the tracks.
Then, after a long uncomfortable bus ride, I made it to Bangkok with just enough time before my flight for a beer, some pad thai, and a massage! The perfect way to end my South East Asian adventure.







I have been working on a report investigating a deadly crush on a bridge in Phnom Penh last year, where over 350 people died. Yesterday, 22 November, was the first anniversary of the crush, and I attended the remembrance ceremony. I felt a bit out-of-place, as it felt like a private and personal memorial. However, after knowing so many details of what happened that night, I was glad to be able to pay my respects.
Took a sneaky weekend trip to the beach with Sam and Jo, who were visiting me last week.

