Blood and Battambang

The four of us, before John and Emma had to leave us for Thailand, visited the Siem Reap children's hospital and each donated a pint of our blood. We were all virgins to the cause, and John and I were bricking while double-hard Emma was up on the table with a needle in her arm before I'd even signed on the dotted line and Tim didn't seem to bat an eyelid! My generous veins just kept on giving, and after a traumatic triple-change of plaster I had to lie down for half an hour (what a woos). I am now sporting a purple bruise all the way down my fore arm. And all for a free can of coke, a pack of biccies and an XXXL tshirt.

We spent a final day in Siem Reap shopping and randomly bumping into our friends Team America (Rachel found Tim on her video camera in the middle of the market!). We're now in Battambang, highly recommended by other travellers but in reality a boring town in the grip of a very loud thunderstorm. So we're relaxing and recharging the batteries before our jaunt into Thailand tommorrow. We're dreaming of beautiful beaches - and only a few days in Bangkok before those dreams come true...