Day 166. Kep. Cambodia. Big stuff...

Some amusement at breakfast when Chab - the resident barman and comedian - was showing us the produce they grow in the guesthouse garden. Anything and everything that's edible flourishes in this humid climate, so we were neither surprised or particularly impressed as he laid out his mangoes, paw-paws and melons.

Sensing our lack of enthusiasm he reached down and hauled a colossal knobbly Jackfruit onto the bar.

This thing was the height of a small child and the weight of a medium sized teenager. Wend couldn't lift it at all and I only managed to shift it with Chab's help. Tasted absolutely disgusting mind (think rancid pork tinged with over-ripe pineapple). The locals lap it up apparently.

Funny little place Kep. Quite down at heel, yet not without its charms, the French attempted to turn it into a mini St.Tropez a hundred years ago and the wrecks of some of their colonial villas are still dotted here and there. But the absence of a decent beach put paid to any major development, so it seems destined to remain a sleepy outpost for a good while yet.

It is, however, the crabbing capital of Cambodia. A title they're fiercely proud of and that they've celebrated by erecting a 25ft concrete crustacean on the waterfront. We love this kind of thing, far more interesting than a statue of some crusty old king or local bigwig. Rumour has it that once they've found a lump of marble big enough, Chab's giant Jackfruit will be next.

Dinner with Alistair and Abigail, a doctor/dentist combo from Brisbane who had some worrying news for Wend. Her troublesome front tooth could cost more to put right than both our round the world flight tickets.

Open wide, this is really going to hurt.