We spent a few days in Phnom Penh, took a TucTuc out to the mass graves of the killing fields and spent a day in an orphanage a few kilometers out of town, played with the kids and watched them learning english. We took a bus to Battambang, we arrived there in the early afternoon and hardly made it out of the bus before the employees of 2 different hotels started to circle around us and tried to convince us to stay at their place, battling against each other as if there's no tomorrow and left us in a state of shock squeezed in between them ( maybe we were still under shock from the fact that our bus hit a cow earlier on our trip). We explored the surrounding of Battambang by motorbike the next day, driving through dozens of villages with wooden houses on stilts, visiting different temples, buddah statues and the "killing caves" , another place where the Khmer Rouge left marks of their dreadful deeds. We took the bamboo train from one village to the next, which was pretty funny, especially when another bamboo train showed up from the other direction and one of the trains needed to be ripped apart and taken off the railroads. We bought a boat ticket to get to Siem Reap on Friday, but to get to the boat we had to survive 2 hours on the back of an pickup-jeep first, 14 people on the back with all their luggage, sitting squezzed in on the metal frame of the jeep while we made our way over bumpy field - roads that turned into "gorges" now and then. The boat trip was very relaxing after that, althrough we had to stop once as the propeller/engine got stuck in the mud because of the low water level. People got on and off at their floating houses or from their little paddling boats and we took a package of mangos or other things a few houses down the river now and then. Eventually we made it to Siem Reap, originally we wanted to start early today to see Ankor Wat, but we changed our plans as it was impossible for me to leave the radius of 3 meters around the toilet last night. Anyway, we made it to the landmine museum today - to see some mines is one thing, to get showed around by someone who lost a limb and his siblings through a mine and to hear his story is another , - one that makes you keep your breath and fall silent.