As that old saying goes "You wait ages for a post and then you get two..."

I thought I'd better put a post together while the rest of guys enjoy a well deserved Sunday snooze. I think Mark told the story up to leaving Bangkok (doing a great job of it I might add) so I'll pick it up from there. Crossing the border into Cambodia was horrible! I never met so many people trying to scam you. We had to be wary of everyone which is pretty tiring. The guidebooks had tipped us off to be on guard and it was a good thing we were. We got a local bus to Aranyaprathet and then a tuctuc took us to a travel agency that would "assist" in getting us a visa (and over charge us). We dodged this one and went straight to the consulate. After crossing we got a three hour taxi to Siem Reap

Siem Reap is beautiful, small and lively (like Mick Cahill). We're staying at a great hostel, just outside the town. Yesterday we did a tour of the local Angkor temples. These are amazing temples which were built by Khmer empire between 900 and 1200 AD. The largest is Angkor Wat, which is a massive temple surrounded by a huge moat. The locals are rightly proud of this and even have it on their national flag. Of course, being the novices we are, we decided to visit at noon in the hottest month of the year. We are sporting 5 farmer tans this morning that Prender would be proud of! The place is breathtakingly beautiful. It was "rediscovered" by a French botanist in 1860. Imagine the shock of stumbling through the forest and finding that.

Last night we treated ourselves to a Cambodian BBQ (near pub street). We played it safe and ordered kangaroo, snake, goat, alligator and ostrich. I would eat them all again except snake. My favourite was definitely kangaroo, I'll never watch Skippy the same again.

Following our cultural afternoon we decided to get the 7am bus out of Siam Reap the following day. And then we reverted to our usual selves by playing a game of kings with everyone in the hostel joining in. For those of you who don't know kings is a drinking game where the point of it is not to draw the last king. If you do you have to down a mix of everyone elses drink. Guess who lost, or won depending on how you look at it. Yours truly, ouch! Interesting rule for anybody who picked an Ace - eat a cricket. Disgusting! Mark had the guitar in his hands soon after and was belting out Angels to the delight of the crowd.

We made our way into town to watch Munster get stuffed by Leinster. Hats off guys, the better team on the day won. A bit of humility is good for the soul.