Hopped on the bus to Vietnam. That was after i navigated myself around kids shoving French sticks and triangles of laughing cow under my nose..

The bus actually dropped us in Phnom Penh and then we had to get on another bus to Vietnam. I had about an hour to potter about in Phnom Penh before we were off, however an hour was more than enough time for me to get worryingly lost! I can not believe my dyabolical sense of direction...i am bloody crap. I walked into a simple market and within 10 minutes a cold sweat started to form on my top lip as i realised i was not at the entrance i came in....plus the bus drivers over here, do not wait for you...! i must be riding on pure luck to have got this far in my travels without going AWOL forever.