Jai

Lees and I find a public phone (a woman in a booth with a mobile) and fingers crossed I ring Jai. A couple of rings and voila! It is she. She's bursting with excitement and tries to organise for us to catch a moto to her house but the house keeper won't know who we are or where to put our bags and maybe it'll be easier to meet us somewhere where we've landed. At last we decide she will meet us close by, on the corner of Monivong and Kampuchea Krom Boulevard. Half an hour later...