Day 176. Bangkok, Thailand. Snappers R Us.

Me and Rich both needed new cameras so decided to negotiate a bulk purchase discount at one of Bangkok's seventy two thousand electrical retail establishments. I know this number is accurate because we visited each and every one of them today.

Our problems were twofold. Firstly, the Thais don't really do deals - or at least not if there's the slightest chance they'll end up 20p out of pocket they don't. And secondly, neither me, Rich or even Wend has a shopping boredom threshold of more than 5 minutes. Focus was quickly lost throughout the day and we spent most of the time eating, drinking, chatting or doing anything other than sizing up cameras.

Got there in the end though, and felt quite pleased with ourselves after saving three and a half quid each.

Managed to blow this windfall in about 12 seconds in the evening as we treated ourselves to a cocktail at one of Bangkok's swankiest joints. The Vertigo bar, which sits on an open-air terrace 60 floors up, provided unforgettable and unbeatable views of the city. Quite pricey mind, but they did keep our little bowl of cashew nuts topped up and Rich was very taken with the bloke dishing out handtowels in the bogs.

Sadly, we won't see him again for a while as he's off to give the good folk of Melbourne the pleasure of his company for the next 12 months (I'm talking about Rich, not the towel bloke). But we had a right old laugh today, and it was a heady end to our time in Southeast Asia.

Day 175. Bangkok, Thailand. Heeeere's Rich!

Sorted our domestics today in readiness for the Indian leg of the trip. This involved mundane stuff like buying razorblades, washing 3 week's worth of smalls and attempting to jettison some of the superfluous junk we've accumulated since leaving home.

Great excitement in the evening though when our friend Rich walked into the guesthouse. We weren't expecting him until tomorrow and Wend's shriek of surprise was loud enough to burst a few eardrums, the noise was even audible 4000 miles away in Whitley Bay as I was speaking to me mam on the phone at the time.

Day 174. On a bus somewhere near the Cambodia/Thai border.

The long haul back to Bangkok began this morning at 5:30 am with a lift on the back of a couple of mopeds to the bus station. Three minibus rides, four ferry crossings and a 6 hour coach journey later, we barely had the energy to climb the stairs to our bedroom.

Day 173. Sihanoukville, Cambodia. Summing it all up.

Our last day on the beach and a good time to reflect on the past three weeks.

As far as our time in Southeast Asia goes, we feel we might just have saved the best until last. Cambodia has a bit of everything; from verdant National Parks to deserted tropical islands, from big, bustling Cities like Phnom Penh to curious out of the way places like Kep. Then there's the incomparable temples of Angkor, surely the jewel in the Khmer crown.

I recently wrote about how impressed we'd been with the Vietnamese people. How they'd recovered admirably from the hardship of war and transformed their land into a thriving, fascinating destination.

Well, if any nation has had it tougher than Vietnam in this neck of the woods it has to be Cambodia. Almost a quarter of the population lost their lives in the Khmer Rouge genocide, yet here we are 30 years later surrounded by the most happy go lucky folk we've met anywhere on our travels.

It's quite humbling in a way. You'd expect that with all the crap and abuse they've had to put up with they'd be a punch-drunk, tormented lot. But in effect, it's the opposite that's true; everyone just wants to kick on now and make the very most of their amazing country.

Of course it's not all a bed of roses. The poverty here is tangible, beggars and street kids are everywhere, and the shocking number of amputees serve as a grim reminder of recent violent times.

Given time though, you get the impression Cambodia and it's lovely, welcoming people could really hit the tourist jackpot. God knows, they deserve it.

Day 172. Sihanoukville, Cambodia. Monster bug.

Decided it was time to dust off the underwater camera gizmo our mate Steve gave us just before we left London.

Essentially, this is a waterproof casing that lets you snap while you snorkel and - in theory - it's fairly idiot-proof. A nifty idea really, and as long as the subject matter stays still, the results are normally pretty good.

So anyway, we end up with lots of shots of Wend's feet and a couple of me looking straight into the lens, but none of anything that isn't prepared to wait a few seconds while we fiddle with the focus (damn those fish and their sneaky swimming ways).

Said goodbye to Colm and Nicole in the evening as they had an early bus in the morning to the temples at Siem Reap. We've had a smashing time in their company (or 'grand', as they would say) and have vowed to stay in touch once we're all home.

High drama at bedtime as Wend spotted the biggest insect in Asia clinging to the mosquito net. Docile enough, and a fantastic bright green colour, the beast must have been 6 inches from his beady eyes to his bony backside.

He was great. Especially as he had the decency to pose while we took his picture.

Day 171. Sihanhoukville, Cambodia. Big beat bargains.

Colm pointed me in the direction of the Boom Boom Music Room this morning. A highly dubious establishment with a catalogue of several thousand albums that they'll upload to your ipod for 35p a pop.

Completely illegal of course, but completely fabulous too.

I show considerable restraint by ordering just the 40 albums. Some corkers included, a few rarities and one or two new releases that we weren't expecting to hear until we were home.

Can't imagine a better place to be listening to this stuff than the balcony of our beach shack (we upgraded to an eight quid room last night). Sand, sea, sunshine and the new Kings of Leon cd on the headphones.

Champion!

Day 170. Sihanoukville, Cambodia. Gunter Strummer.

No public transport whatsoever to Sihanoukville so we share a cab with the Irish. This gives us an opportunity to introduce Colm and Nicole to the delights of Scrabble. They're quick learners but appalling spellers - Nicole struggling with 'DOOR' at one stage.

We find it cheap digs on Serendipity Beach and settle down in the afternoon to some serious loafing.

Entertained in the evening by a crazy German playing showtunes on his acoustic guitar. After each song he shares some banter with the crowd, letting us in on the stories behind the tunes.

Being a geek, I find this kind of thing interesting; did you know, for example, that the song used in The Thomas Crown Affair when Steve McQueen is showing off in his glider was originally called 'Windmills of my heart' and Michel Legrand only changed it to 'Windmills of my mind' after the director decided it didn't scan.

Fascinating eh?

For me, yes. For Wend, Colm and Nicole, not in the slightest. So we neck our beers and leave.

Day 169. Kampot, Cambodia. A walk in the park.

Team up with an Irish couple, Colm and Nicole, and take an off road tour into Bokor National Park.

Our plan, which we fail to executed spectacularly, is to spend the day hiking across tricky mountain terrain while watching the indigenous elephants, tigers and gibbons eat each other.

Ended up taking a short stroll through some woods and spot two butterflies and a sparrow. This is scant reward for the 4 hours we've endured being thrown around in the back of a pick-up truck and our numb bums and glum expressions speak volumes.

Things perk up in the afternoon though as we reach the highest point in the Park and explore a deserted Hotel and Casino complex built by the French in 1925.

Straight out of The Shining, this grand colonial pile sits on top a hill in the middle of nowhere. It was first abandoned in the late '40's when Vietnamese backed locals rebelled against the French. Restored to former glamorous glory in the '50's, it was trashed again in 1971 by the Khmer Rouge who used it as a prison and one of their infamous re-education centres.

A nearby Killing Field is a sombre reminder of activities at that time, and our guide Kee reckons the ghosts of the victims now stalk the hotel corridors. He's not being melodramatic, Buddhist Cambodians believe that without a proper cremation their kin will never rest at peace.

The tour ends on a brighter note as we board a riverboat for a sunset cruise back to Kampot. Of all the waterways we've been on these past few months this stretch of the Teuk Chhou river is perhaps the prettiest. We're hot, we're covered in muck, and none of us can resist plunging in for a cooling dip.