Ok, so we haven't blogged in over a week so this is really going to test my memory as to what has happened.
Saturday was officially our last day of the Intrepid tour. We said a tearful farewell to our new found friends and then went off to explore Saigon, starting with the central post office. It is a massive French-style building, which is on many tourist maps, but the reason we were there was to send a package home instead of lugging the things we had bought around. the good news is that it didn't cost as much as expected and they provided a box (which they wrapped in so much packing tape that you couldn't even see the box anymore). The bad news is that they then proceeded to cram everything into the box, including my brand new suit, which they took out of the plastic, rolled up tightly and shoved in. ah well, what are you going to say. hopefully, the 8 months on a coat hanger before I see it again should iron out any wrinkles. the paperwork for sending the package was also pretty intense.
i think we just walked around after that, enjoying the shop windows and propaganda and eating good food. that was all to end that evening when we had a great meal at a restaraunt which had nearly no English, but then suffered the consequences the next day with stomach cramps and diarrhoea. so we had a lazy day at the hotel, resting up for the travel to come (although we did manage to go out in the evening for a cheap and cheerful meal at banh cuon LA - 221 Ly Tu Trong St, District 1, banhcuonla.com - and coffee at the Majestic Hotel down by the river).
Which brings us to Monday. We had booked a trip with Mekong Delta Tours which, for a grand sum of $24, was to take us through the Mekong Delta and then by boat into Phnom Penh, including 1 night accommodation. while it was fine and really all you could expect for $24, it really made me realise just how spoilt we had been during our intrepid tour.
First, we were herded onto a bus at 7.30am with a bunch of people from all sorts of different tours. After a 2 hour bus ride, we met our new tour guide and hopped on a boat which raced off to one of the islands (not sure which) where we once again witnessed the magic of coconut sweet making and other village production (including popped rice which was made in a massive wok using what looked like black sand instead of oil). Unfortunately, this time (unlike the last time when we went with Intrepid), it felt very rushed, very touristy and just a touch sad - like we had intruded on something that used to be good and simple, which now was not.
then followed another change of guide (this one didn't speak English), who led us very quickly from the bus, to barge, and back onto another bus, and then onto a boat which took us up river to the border town of Chau Doc. All the time, the tour group changed: people came, people left, so you never really felt that you could sit down and chat to anyone, and so many tour guides meant that you never felt quite comfortable or knew what was going on.

In the morning, yet another tour guide took us on a boat, through the border crossing (which was painless although took a long time to process) and then on a long hot boat ride, not to Phnom Penh, but 2 hours outside of PP with the last leg done by bus.
Arrival in PP started with something which, unfortunately, characterises a lot of travel in Cambodia. We were taken to a particular hotel (obviously affiliated with the tour company) whose staff then proceeded to try and have us check in. When we said that we already had somewhere else booked (and paid for, I lied), they then charged us $4 which I now know is a complete rip off to drive us to our chosen destination.
But all in all, despite my whinging, the trip was fine. Definitely a learning experience for us molly-coddled travellers who have been spoon fed until now.
We only spent a couple of days in Phnom Penh. We had fabulous accommodation, down by the river, with friendly staff and great food. We also had a great tuk tuk driver. On our first morning, he came up to us going "Mr Say, I am friend of Mr Say". After our recent experiences, we were a bit wary, but we did have a friend by the name of Mr Say so were willing to listen. after a bit more talking, it was agreed that he was in fact a friend of Mr Say and that Mr Say had told him that we might need a Tuk tuk driver while in PP. after a bit more umming and ahhing, we finally did agree to let him take us around.
First stop was the russian market, which really was like all the other markets which we have seen, although it didn't stop us from buying stuff. next was a 15km bumpy ride on pretty bad road out to the Killing Fields. It's a very sad and very moving place and while not enjoyable, is something you need to see to understand Cambodia's recent history. This was followed up by S21, a former school which was converted by the Khmer Rouge into basically a torture centre before people were taken to the Killing Fields. Again, not a pleasant place but somewhere I'm glad I've been.
Memorial at the Killing Fields


The road out was hot and dusty, but our kind tuktuk driver had bought us masks.

The afternoon was spent with friends, first afternoon tea with "Mr Say", and then onwards to JRS where Brett and I will be doing volunteer work for a while.