Words don't explain this, these words explain.

The end is nigh

We’ve had a good run friends. Seen some cool shit and were cynics every step of the way. If either of us spies another ‘wand of narcissism’ (selfie stick), then I think we’ll both end up in prison serving life having seized the wand and physically beaten the owner to death with it, before using it to take one final picture of both of us posing, flicking fingers of peace, pouting, and if we’re really going for it, maybe a small hop.

Anyway, the last couple of days have been undertaken with serious backpacking style. We walked (approximately) 100km around HCMC, attending two sites of cultural interest, one of which was genuinely interesting, seriously, we were interested. I also spent about 2 hours wrapping and posting an oar home but I don’t really want to talk about that.

The night was sleepless, less disastrous than the last time that was the case, but, nonetheless, sleepless. Some call us crazy, others insane, personally I think we’re a deadly combination of the two. We spent about half an hour chasing two 10 year old boys round the local park ‘playing’ football – they were too good, we are genuinely sorry, England. This was also the cause of the ‘feet art’ (see Facebook).

We carried on, it was painful but I don’t need to remind you that some call us crazy, others just plain insane, met up with some girls we had spent time with in Cambodia, in general had a bloody great evening. We fell asleep as soon as we got on the plane and woke up after we had landed, strange for nervous flyers, I’m not complaining, but it was strange.

And then we went again!
“You guys can’t really be serious?”
“Friend, I am being serious.”
It was an evening that, if it be known to them, hush hush, would disgrace the backpacking fraternity. The Khao San road….need I say more? Probably, as most of you reading this, no doubt in your thousands, haven’t been there recently, if at all. For those of you who have, many apologies. It’s hell. We spent money, danced in the street and ate McDonalds. Yes, we were intoxicated, but still indulged in that ‘sport’ that we both detest. Again I have to offer my sincere apologies to the dorm dwellers and Kanken can can species.

This afternoon we shopped till we dropped. Tiernan bought some Manga porn, I tried to dissuade him but he vehemently resisted; today I saw a new side to him.

We’re sitting in the airport, it’s air conditioned and so I don’t think we could be any happier. In the cab on the way here we discussed the 5 things we’ve learnt at S.E.A:

1-Open mindedness.
2-A zest for culture absorption.
3-Hair is self cleaning.
4-The emperor is, by and large, naked as a jaybird.
5-Bum guns are revolutionary.

I asked Tiernan if he had any final words to sum up our last six weeks abroad:

“Not really, no,” he replied, and we boarded the plane home.




We’re in Ho Chi Min for one day and one day only. This means we’re skipping the tunnels which is awe fully sad, but I think Tiernan is pretty relieved. I’m going to have to come back to Vietnam at some point, it seems pretty cool. Last night we are the most expensive meal of the trip, so much so that I had to return back to the room to get more money. Tiernan and I aren’t accustomed to Dong……at least, I don’t think we are. Today: culture culture culture culture, maybe a frapp, culture, relax, culture, beer, Arsenal. Tomorrow we fly back to Bangkok.

I’ve deliberately left out talking about the island because I would rather do it in words. When I get home,if you’re interested you can call me. Here’s some pictures though




We’re still alive, more to follow….

Disappointment’s best served with sticky humidity

The boats were apparently all broken today so we’re stuck in Sihanoukeville. It’s hot and sticky and not a particularly nice town. We cheered ourselves up by watching Kill Bill. Hopefully we’ll be on our way tomorrow, just postpone the search party

It’s more remote than we thought…

Today we’re travelling to an island 40km off Cambodia’s coast call Koh Damlong. There is nothing about it on the internet, but google maps it, it looks pretty cool. Anyway, if you don’t hear from us in a couple of days, send a search party

Today we went to the killing fields


Cambodia is the bomb

We’ve been busy so I’ll sum it up quickly.

In Kratie we saw some of the last surviving river dolphins left in the Mekong. It was special. Kratie itself was a fairly quiet town so we hot-tailed it out of there in a noisy and packed minivan.

Phnom Pehn has been pretty crazy. On our first day we attended the Genocide Museum S21. Unsurprisingly, while interesting, if you can call it that, it didn’t exactly raise our spirits. That night we decided that we’d take Phnom Pehn by storm. Two clubs, a dance off and several pool games later, we retired at a crazy, ungodly hour in the early morning. Nuts.

Yesterday we did it again, after attending a chic movie house late afternoon to watch ‘Whiplash’, we partied. Two nights in a row; some may call us hardcore, others just plain reckless, but that’s what happened. We got in with an expat DJ after a little soul-butter and British talk, and the night progressed from there. Two clubs and several games of connect four and pool later, we retired home just as you were turning out your lights having watched the 10 O’clock news.

We woke at 3pm today, chin-dropping stuff…I know, and got some lunch (one of Phnom Pehn’s famous chicken sandwiches). We played chinlon, attended a chic movie house and tucked into some expensive Mexican food before watching Arsenal make a mockery of Middlesborough. It’s gone 1 am here, so I guess maybe this evening I should sign off and get an early night.

The past couple of days have brought out new sides to Tiernan and I. We’re more brash and have adapted a ‘seize the day’ attitude. There was one point when we were considering going out into the Cambodian countryside and paying $30 to shoot an RPG. We decided against it, but the yolo attitude was still there nonetheless. Sleep well. Carpe diem.