The ride from Saigon to Phnom Phen was short, perhaps an hour or two. The land was flat and green and pocked with thousands of bomb pits. I was to find out later that many of these were used as fish and duck ponds.

We disembarked onto the tarmac and walked into an open air customs. People were reasonably at ease and most were wearing short sleaved shirts.

Outside the jostling began with a hundred taxi and moto drivers contending for a few dozen tourists, many with transportation already arranged.

I looked for a moto out in left field and shouted, "Two bucks to Bert's?" He flagged me over and we were off.

The afternoon was balmy and I felt cool with the wind blowing past us. The motorcycle was a 90cc Honda. This class of motorcycle was used to carry as many as 5 people. Even two fat tourists and a driver was a common sight. They were called motos and so was the driver. You could always tell a Moto, because they all wore baseball caps. For some reason no one else did.