Phnomh Penh and the Killing Fields
August 15th 2013 The bus from Saigon to Phnom Penh never seemed to leave the city for the first couple of hours. Eventually though, the border emerged and our passports were whisked away by a little man on the bus. When we got to passport control, they still hadn't been processed and once this was done they reappeared in quite a random order. Ours had been separated by quite a lot of other passports. Soon enou
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Dancing Dave
David Hooper
NO SMILING
Says it all...Lest we Forget