Go to find Starbucks and get my camera cleaned/ fixed…get mega and delicious sundaes instead.

A dog the size of my hand who roamed the restaurant we dined at

Meeting back up with half the Kampot crew, I’ve been initiated as a “lad” or so I’ve been told… After a fun night out, way too much karaoke and running on minimal sleep (though I drank my first and only full beer/drink last night I was feeling ridiculously ‘hung over’ from lack of sleep) we ventured off on our half day tour, most of the boys feeling a little worse for wear. It was such an interesting day and by the end of the tunnel scramble we were all feeling hang over free. The boys have already done the war museum, arriving a few days before me in Ho Chi Minh City, so Im off to compliment this tomorrow.

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Something that was really cool and added to the effect of the atmosphere was this shooting range half way through the tour. Allowing tourists to fire war type guns, as they would have in the war. I say add to the atmosphere because the entire time you were doing the tour there were gun shots going off in the background, making it feel much more realistic!<

Here is the entrance to the underground tunnels. I wasn’t quiet sure what I was expecting. They started out alright, and hence this is the only picture I snapped up (marvellous isn’t it?) because from here on in, it just got smaller and smaller and hands and knees were required. What made it hard was that I was wearing a backpack and people in front of me kept taking pictures and stopping causing traffic. About half way through the 100m tunnel crawl I started to slightly panic, it was super hot down their and I just wanted people to keep moving. Finally we reached the surface to find out this was in fact the one closest of the ground and the next on was deeper and tighter. A lot more people voluntarily opted out of the second one, that or physically wouldn’t have fit and weren’t allowed. I was skeptical cause I had started to get a little claustrophobic, but I figured it was only 40 meters this time. Yes it was definitely much, much tighter but it was also much darker with sections where for a good 30 seconds you couldn’t see a think and just had to keep crab walking or crawling in hope. We reached the surface dripping in sweat and thankful for fresh air and to be seeing the light again. I honestly don’t entirely know how they continually used this tunnel system day in and day out during the war.

The boys think it’s absolutely bonkers the size of my shoes (which is valid), we guessed one would be maybe third from the bottom on this display of the shoes worn in the war. NB. Sandals made from tyres were worn so as not to slow them down or get them stuck with the Siagon river so close, something the Americans did not plan for,

View from the bunkers…

These are different brutal traps that the Vietnamese implemented to outsmart the Americans, each demonstrated to us using a big long stick the effects if one were to come across such thing.