The end of the holiday - it felt time to return home. The Japanese owner of Iroha Garden Hotel came to say goodbye which was sweet of him, I didn't mention the fun I had with the key to my room. It could be inserted into the lock two ways, and only one way worked. I made one of my blunders when I discarded the long bit of cloth I had been presented with on arriving in Cambodia. Seemingly it could serve as a belt or a hat or a scarf. I should have taken it with me rather than risk hurting face.

My Phnom Penh guide and his driver delivered me to the airport in plenty of time, and to my relief there weren't any issues. I checked in simply, and the plane made it to Kuala Lumpur. A bare bones flight perhaps, no inflight entertainment, no clever safety video set to music just the air hostesses demonstrating how to strap yourself down. The flight went over the sea and I could see container ships ploughing the waves - as the plane tilted its wings I lost a sense of which way up I was.

I had to collect my bag at Kuala Lumpur airport, and pass through immigration into Malaysia then catch the KLia express from Terminal 2 to Terminal 1. The staff were helpful and did the hard work for me. Even though it was hours before my onward flight I managed to check in and stop manhandling my big case around. I had a little something at Macdonalds before I went through passport control and security. Just enough to keep my going. The woman at Macdonalds said 792 more like 782 to me. I had red bean lotus pancake at Jibby Chow to pass the time.

At least I had a spare seat next to me for the discomfort of the journey home.