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The road to Sihanoukville has the honour of being the worst road that Holly and I had the misfortune of travelling on in our time in Cambodia, despite some pretty fierce competition. The reason for it has to be the 10km stretch that appears to be a detour across a ploghed field. Not only that, but some heavy traffic has turned some of the ruts into pits several feet deep which nothing short of a hovercraft could avoid being trapped in.

We spent the better part of an hour and half hearing the bottom of the card scraping gently against the mud, splashing through voluminous puddles, watching in amazement as rust red mud managed to get in through the windows and being laughed at by the locals who have a canoe and were paddling through the rice paddy on the right hand side at a far faster pace than we could dream of going.

You can't win them all.