Kampot is yet another example of me not really wanting to go on a long ride anywhere (from Sihanoukville to Phnom Penh in this case), so thought I’d hang around the river for a few days. So much so that my first day...what did I do on my first day...can’t really remember but a fair chunk of it was spent relaxing in my bungalow village by the river. Occasionally *in* the river which unsurprisingly was a hell of a lot colder than the 30 degree Gulf of Thailand. Actually got off my butt for a sunset river tour with some Belgians, and saw some fireflies at the end which we had to take a few minutes to decide whether they were fake or not because there seemed to be a bit of synchronisation of lighting. Of course they aren’t fake, that’d be a bit rich right? Right? Weird conversation. Belgians.
Basically spend the next day on a scooter until I do what what anyone who doesn’t know how to scoot does - hurt themselves
Otherwise some of the best Italian food of my life from an Italian guy running a place called Ciao on the side of the road. His mother was even over for a while too so got to bust out some basic Italiano which is always fun. Met a couple of Kiwis there, got some cake...good times.
Minivan to Phnom Penh uneventfully - though with a guy trying to sleep off the last effects of food poisoning, just in every uncomfortable position possible in a small van. Didn't even leave the hostel that night, time to catch up on admin and make sure I'm ready for ‘nam.
Kampot - Just another riverside charmer
Thursday, December 17, 2015