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Our plan was to spend only a single day in Sihanoukville. It's a quiet resort, favoured by the Cambodians for beach holidays; a position it wins almost by default since Cambodia is lacking coastline. It helps that the country's Prime Minister likes to holiday there, so the road to Phnom Penh is flawless.

Our plans were put out a little because the minibuses to the Thai border were all fully booked that day. Consequently, we overnighted at a place near Serendipity Beach (going out for a few beers in the evening) and it turned out to be one of the better things that we've done. Come the morning, the poor weather finally broke, and we had glorious sunshine. As we staggered towards the narrow strip of palm fringed sand that made up the beach we ran into Brendan and Becky, who we had last seen in Vietnam. Our day was therefore spent with much careful contemplation of such important subjects as "Isn't the weather lovely?", "What have you two been up to?", "Do the Cambodians like their Prime Minister?" and "Shall we go for a swim?" It was a relaxing way to spend a day.

In the evening, we decided to head out into town and treated ourselves to some very nice spaghetti carbonara --- a dish that we'd been avoiding by dint of its unavailability in preference for some variation on rice or noodles. The following morning we left for Thailand....