"We're not in Melbourne anymore" I heard someone as we stepped off our longest flight to Vietnam. It was raining outside. Not the cold drizzly rain we'd left in Melbourne but a warm summer-y downpour with humidity to match.

After the 8 hour flight, our connecting flight felt like we'd barely left the tarmac before starting our descent into Cambodia. We met Sheree, our ICC leader, and all loaded onto the "party bus" (see photos for explanation) en route to the Billabong Hotel.

The biggest surprise for everyone on first impressions, was seeing the huge disparity between rich and poor communities. Driving through Phnom Penh to our hotel, we saw everything from slum-style living to mega mansions, beaten up scooters to Porsche Cayannes. It's definitely been the biggest talking point so far.

After a quick dinner from FATBOY (Cambodia's answer to Subway) and a prayer, everyone was sound asleep in a completely different country from the morning.

Today we visited the killing fields and quickly stopped into the markets. Next blog post up soon! Thank you for your continued prayer for God's hand over our trip.