The road from Phnom Penh to the Vietnamese border is monotonous passing through a flat and barren looking landscape. The first few kilometers are marked by
white posts and bamboo fences behind which hide small huts full of kids and goats and their kids. I only found one colorfull temple and almost got stuck in the mud trying to get closer to it to take a photograph.
The road was rather good and I was not bothered by road-pirates who at certain (or, better yet, uncertain) times make traffic unsafe; the last few months had been save so people did not travel in convoys anymore as before.
After an hour I reached the banks of a wide river, one of the branches (distributaries) of the Quatre Bras river system centered on Phnom Penh.