Sunday, September 23, 2012
Then things started to go just a little pear-shaped. We got through immigration fine, Walter even managing to use his watercolour passport to both leave Vietnam and enter Cambodia. The we were ready to have lunch and set off for a town about 40 odd km away as planned. But Mom had got her wires a bit crossed and arranged the cab to come to Neak Loeung - 100km away....
So we bolted lunch and pedalled off, trying to keep up a good pace but not use too much battery (we had a spare each, but the 2 extra ones were in the cab. Hardly stopped for over 6 hours, battling a headwind, at least an hour in the dark. Luckily the Cambodian roads, or at least this Route One, are in much better nick than the Vietnamese ones - no potholes to dodge in the dark, traffic light, though fast, and drivers give us a very wide berth. So we made it to this rather grotty hotel, dead tired and with nearly everything aching, and that's all I have the stamina to report.