Leaving 'Mbodia

This morning counts as our fourth sunrise in two weeks. Both Mike and I have taken to fitful sleeping the night before an early rise. I probably checked the alarm clock four times between 2 and 6am this morning out of fear that we were going to miss the bus.

Perhaps today's apprehension is a result of the trip ahead. We're crossing over to Thailand from Cambodia where we have spent the last 2 weeks riding through the Phnom Penh streets, trampling through the ruins of Angkor and wandering the dusty, quiet roads of Battambang. Most people cross the border at PoiPet, a busy crossing with thousands of tourists to-ing and fro-ing every day. We are taking a different route suggested by our hotel manager, crossing the border an hour east of Pailin, one of the last strongholds of Khmer Rouge where Brother Number Two lives. Given the conditions that we've travelled under thus far in Cambodia, it seems like an adventure is about to unfold.

Will keep you updated...