As my trip comes closer to its conclusion I have decided that one last full day on the beach would not be a bad idea. Place that beach on an idyllic island populated by next to nobody and you have a great relaxing day in the making.
Koh Tonsai, aka Rabbit Island, is just a 25 minute boat ride from the town of Kep. Kep is just a 40 minute bus ride from Kampot.
A series of thumps on my door at the Moliden followed by a very polite but urgent “Sir, Sir, Sir” roused me from my sleep. I was late. The bus for Kep was leaving at 7am and it was now 6:50am. I had to pack my stuff for the day, get downstairs, and make it to the bus depot in 10 minutes.
Luckily this is Kampot and very little is more than a few hundred yards away.
Even in my half-dazed one-legged flop around my room, as I pulled on pants and walked at the same time, I managed to pack all I needed. Mostly because I adopted the “just throw it all in a bag and hope for the best” method. Stumbling downstairs to the tuk-tuk I made it the bus with 2 minutes to spare. No time to grab a coffee. The bus departed at 7am on the dot…first time for everything!
I sat in my seat amazed that my tried and true alarm had not worked today. It has always worked. You see, before actually falling asleep the night before an early start you bang your head on the pillow the amount of times that corresponds with the hour you wish to wake up. Bang it six times and you will wake up at 6am, seven times; 7am.
I am amazed this didn’t work!
Picture in your mind the quintessential tropical beach. You’ve read about it a thousand times. Youve seen pictures of it magazines. Palm trees swaying, thatched roof huts mere feet from the shoreline, crystal clear blue water, and golden white sand stretching in an arc that forms the outline of a secluded bay you now inhabit.
Add to that a gorgeous blue sky. Only wisps of white puffy clouds interfering with the blazing sun that is gradually going to cover you in a blanket of bronze and tan lines as the day marches on.
Since boats only escort passengers out to the island twice a day the chances of it being crowded are impossible. Sure, others are there but everyone is looking for a tranquil relaxing day and some are even opting to stay longer in the thatched huts. Just them and the roosters…Ive mentioned the roosters in a previous post. We have a love hate relationship.
Koh Tonsai is the polar opposite of Koh Rong.
My boat arrived to take me back to Kep at 4pm. It had been a great day. I was rested, had caught that final hour of sleep I had been robbed of earlier in the day. I was feeling good.
There is no pier. The small boats just nudge up against the shore. A wooden stool is placed in the sand and it is this you use as a step to propel yourself onto the deck. One foot on the stool, one foot on the deck. Its like walking up hill. Several people had completed this process before me.
I stepped on the stool. It sunk in the sand. I lost my balance. It leaned forward. I fell backward. It flipped over.
I landed on its back legs, butt first, saving my camera from salt water immersion.
Flying to my feet with a jump of humiliation I checked all my bits. Everything seemed good. No blood, no pain.
The brewing process had begun though.
Under the flesh of my right buttock it now lived; so black, so blue. It would eventually rise up and claim the entire territory. It waited, biding its time; anticipating my access to a full length mirror.
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