
So it is possible to get lost carrying two GPS's!
Started off with ambitious intentions, finished off where I was 2 years before.
How did this happen?
Was it another close shave with a blind Delhi barber?
Was it the lure of a Vietnamese dog meat barbecue?
Or was it the hazard appeal of a bamboo train ride in Battambang?
I don't know!
Its amazing what you notice the second time you go to a place that you didn't realise before;
I found the Indians all want to be British from the 1930's, the Cambodians wear their pajamas all day, and the Vietnamese are so bonkers they already forgot about the war. And the Lao really are just stoned Thais.
Back to England, then Nepal for some more foot torture. Unless im pursued by irate locals.