These are the most regular piles we have seen.

We are in Kampong Cham.

Only one more roundabout to negotiate.

We moved very carefully, even though he was stopped and gave no indication of movement or impatience.

Haven't quite relaxed into driving through this sort of traffic yet.

But we got there.

The guys making a left turn at the junction did so by cutting diagonally through the oncoming traffic rather than sitting waiting in the middle of the road for a gap.

Both tanks are being filled at the same time.

We figured the risk of getting contaminated fuel at such a ritzy looking establishment was relatively low.

In case you are wondering ... yes, I traced both pipes back to their respective pumps, and made sure that the blue nozzles really were for the green pumps which were diesel.

At a previous establishment the long pipes meant we could fill both tanks without having to move Tardis.

The fuel must have been expensive (about A$1.10 / litre) as we were given 3 small cans of pepsi and two bottles of water.

Some of you may remember those stalks that were in the ground. Either having been harvested or planted.

This looks like the same stuff growing. Acres of it on the rising ground where rice growing is impractical.

Its tapioca (casava).

Its the tuba like bits in the roots that are the important bit. They look a bit like large sweet potatoes.

Unfortunately that photo really was too blurry.

We saw several gangs of farmers weeding between the rows. Either a communal effort (the fields were relatively small) or company labour.

Plain steps, ornamented steps.

One room, multiple rooms, decks.

Every which kind and combination.

This one had extra steel plates.

We suspect they have been here so long the original deck plates are getting a bit thin.

The sounds of crossing are interesting to say the least.

We think these are fishing platforms with dereks to manipulate nets.

In Cambodia we've noticed a couple of times where people take over half the road.

The traffic simply goes round.

Easy really.

Its the top of the sign for one of the fuel station chains.

These rather bizarre (to us) images are painted in a shelter halfway between the two.

We'd noticed similar on a wall outside Phnom Rung in Thailand.

An aspect of Buddhism or Hindi that we perhaps don't understand yet. 

Beautiful sandy beaches!

And note the clock on the left hand side.

There goes my ideas about religion and time. Though I still suspect Buddhists have much less use for a watch than us Westerners.

At least its not stuck on the side of an oversized bell tower demanding instant obedience whenever it chimes.

A few willing helpers turned up.

The headdress on the left is one of those typical Khmer thingos.

Those statues are very imposing. And more of the baseball bats (swords) remembered from Angkor.

The movement that never happened reminded me of the stone Angels from a recent Dr Who episode.

We stopped the night here, at the foot of Sambok Mountain.