Dirt. It's what's for dinner.

Dirt. Lots of dirt. Dirt up our nostrils, in our undies, and crunching between our teeth. The minute we crossed the border and entered Cambodia, our brand-new, four-lane highway vanished, and 150km of this lay before us:

We had to wear surgical masks inorder to breathe.

The last three days we spent making our way through the dirt cloud to Siam Riep to visit the Temples of Ankor. Despite the bad road, we were glad that we didn't have to take public transportation.

Actually, we have to say that we liked the route a lot. Along the way we saw lots of rural villages with folk music blasting from public speakers. We also saw people praying in the temples, happy naked children playing in drianage ditches, farmers hearding cows down the middle of the highway, and we got to taste some really strange tasting meats.

Now we are in Siam Riep and this morning we biked around the temples.

The coolest temples are the ones that are squashed by trees.

However, we had to go back to our hotel in the afternoon because the sun was starting show it's negative effects on Amy.