Well we managed to catch the bus out to Kep, and very nice it is too. We even persuaded John to leave phone (well it had broken) and his lap top back at the capital. Despite a rocky start – broken down car and a 2 hour wait for food we had a great time picnicking on Rabbit Island. Tropical waters, a well stocked ice box, bbq fish and massage tables – sort of made my day. Angela kept accusing me of picking the prettiest masseuses, but I assured her that it was her that had picked me, must be my eyes. There were some very cruel rumors that in fact I had a massage from a he not a she but nothing I would like to comment on.