Phnom Penh again

Back in Phnom Penh at the Billabong Guest House. It's our third time in the capital and we are back here for a couple of nights before we head to Vietnam. We've come to view it as home. We've a a good room by the pool and that's essential in PP. it's so sticky hot here. Siem Reap was blistering and we arrived by boat today and I was just working up to a cooling dip when the monsoon heavens opened again, crashed upon us with the wrath of God, got harder with thunder and lightning and since then the rain has not stopped. Jenks sparko out as I write; meanwhile I'm dispatching a Johnnie Walker Black, and searching the internet for hotels in Ho chi Minh city and cures for prickly heat.

So much to say about PP, Cambodia and Laos - the people, cultures, politics...but just at the moment it's those little things that are on my mind. Little things that you discover about yourselves. Like jenks' obsessive compulsive disorder with the washing. She opens her eyes in the morning, disappears into the bathroom for half an hour and emerges triumphantly declaring that's another six pairs of knickers off our laundry list. I meanwhile can't pass a pharmacy without wandering in stocking up on medicaments and always in the vain hope that there might be Dr Hauschka or MagicoolPlus maybe a little Clinique. I had the bright idea last night to try two different preparations on my heat prickled legs - I put calomine lotion on one and Savlon on the other. One leg showed definite improvement. Had I remembered which leg had which it would have been an excellent experiment.

jenks also has this thing going on about Wales. The whole of south east Asia brings new and hitherto unsuspected comparisons. Angkor Wat? "It's just like Neath Abby - only bigger". Wait till we hit New Zealand.

Love to you all. We'll be up late tonight catching Liverpool v Sunderland - about 11.30 here. The new season? Optimism of spirit, pessimism of the mind. Come on you Reds.