I have now, sadly, left Cambodia behind. By bus I went over the border to Vietnam, got a few hours stop for dinner in with some girls heading the same way and then we jumped on a night bus to Ho Chi Minh City. For some reason the time calculation want quite accurate and we ended up arriving at 03:40.. weii..
At 5:00 I started to look around for the local busses to get to a little city I heard about 2 hours south. Once again, there was no English speaking human to be found so point in and writing was the way to go. I finally made it to the big bus station from where the direct bus was going from. In all confusion of when the bus would leave I met a girl in my age who spoke English, but an extremely limited one. Every one was so nice I’m the bus giving me sweets and fruit and the girl couldn’t stop talking about her family and farm and showing me pictures. She was coming back home after being studying in the capital for a month and asked me if I wanted to come to her welcome back party, I thought why not.
We djimped of the bus, took a scooter to a boat, went over the Mekong Delta river, took an other scooter on the island for 25 minutes and then we we just had to walk to her farm. It was truly an experience both what I saw but also the way they all looked at me like I was some sort of royalty. 
There was no denyal that they feeded me well
her house was definitely of the simple sort with rammed earth floor and only two electrical devices, one small tv and one old fan. 
Then we of course had to have a photo shoot, she wanted to have a photo with the two of us next to every single fruit tree.
She insisted in having me staying the night but I really felt like having a good nights sleep for once so I took in on a hotel on mainland.
