The following morning I dropped Jessie off at the airport for the one-hour flight to Bangkok.
I also backloaded my lap-top and screw-lensed Leicas as well as other unnecessary kit.
The road from Siem Reap has been purposely kept in poor condition to discourage tourists from driving.
The Cambodian PM has shares in the airline that has the monopoly on flights.
As this is about to end next year the road is finally getting some work done to it.
The first 20 kms are tarred of a fashion as these pigs-to-go home delivery merchants
take advantage of this short but bumpy stretch. Streaky bacon?
For the rest it is a rutted corrugated dustmare of a trip.
Riding with lights is a must - even if it is illegal.
The roadside is populated by stilted farmhouses standing amongst their paddy fields.
After four hard riding and occassionally terrifying hours I arrived at Battambang, Cambodia's second city.
A rather stricking statue celebrates a local-lad made-good who when herding cattle found a 'magic stick' which made him king.
The statue has become a shrine which locals light incense and leave offerings in the hope of some magic coming their way.