Today I had a well-deserved lie-in. In the morning my Mum and Uncle Quentin headed off to the silk farm. I decided to give this a miss but got up for the afternoon trip to the bamboo floating village.
The name was a little deceiving as the bamboo wasn't that heavily featured. I had an image of a village clustered floating around in a bamboo forest. It turned out that they were more or less rafts or boats with long bamboo poles used to keep them afloat.
It wasn't anywhere near up to the splendor of the temples of Angkor, but still worth a visit.
Tomorrow we're catching the bus to Phnom Penh and on Sunday March 4 we're flying to Beijing, China.
Once in Beijing we'll be visiting the Great Wall, Forbidden City, Temple of Heaven and making a trip to the Terracotta Warriors in Xi'an before flying on to Shanghai for a day before our flight back to Manchester.
I've no idea about Internet in Phnom Penh... maybe I'll have it, maybe I won't. Either way, we're staying at a Home Inns hotel in Beijing, which is fully equipped with a (filtered) connection. I'll finally get a chance to give my Tor router a shot. BBC here I come!