After a mere 18 hours on the bus from Nha Trang I'm here for a stopover in Hue, getting on towards the North of Vietnam but I still have 15 hours more bus time from the time until I finally dock in at Hanoi, old capital of North Vietnam and where I get to experience my first hostel dormitory. I'm looking forward to the novelty and have a subsequent hostel booking in Singapore 6 days after that (and a joyous flight on Tiger Airways, a company hardly reknowned for its comfort or style) so I'm living like a `proper traveler` for a bit it seems.

As I'm here and have found a cafe with WiFi I am going to try for another photo post.
This is like hard work for me, because there are simply so many photos to get through and each demands (it seems to me) suitable comment to explain what the hell it is you're all looking at but, like the soldier in the war for your entertainment that I am, I shall press on regardless of the hardships ahead.
So.
This is Cambodia.

I hope you like temples because boy, we sure do have a lot of them to look at now.

Or no we don't - seems this little place I'm in refuses to serve photobucket properly - now there's a surprise! *groans*
Okay I'll continue this properly, with a proper film reference title and everything tomorrow when I get to Hanoi. Honestly.

Fucking photobucket.
Anyway the little doohickies I can now offer stem again from this bizarre thing that Southeast Asians have about pollution - or is it the Buddhist wish to never arm a living creature? Anyway what brngs it to our attention is the fact that so manymotorists, and random pedestrians, wear little masks over their mouths and noses, so many in fact it feels at firts a little like the world largest, least sterile operating theatre wherever you and whatever city you are in.
It first became noticeable in Thailand,in Bangkok, but extends all through this peninsular and it looks a trifle odd, quite frankly.

If it is a preventative against germs and pollution then clearly none of these people have been to a western city - these are clean places, but almost everyone treats the place as if the very air wilol suffocate them to death through sheer evil airbourne nastiness. I guess it IS kind of sensible to shield your lungs from the fumes of traffic, but half these people get off their bikes and light up a cigarette; hardly consistent behaviour if you ask me.

Anyway that's all I have time for as I persuaded the manager bhere to mlet me use the internet connection even though the boss dissallows it except for hotel guests, and the boss is coming back right nopw, so, adieu for the time being and I'll see you all again from, in, Hanoi!