Kampot | Flat Tires and Slow Boats

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 Continue reading Black and Blue →

I had, many years ago, read something or seen something that made me think of Kampot as a city high on my list of places to visit. I had not however heard anything from fellow travelers about its merits. Nevertheless I was very much looking forward to my arrival.

Maybe it’s because of the famous Durian Roundabout that acts as the city center point!

Of course the journey from Sihanoukville to Kampot was an event. The minivan I was a passenger in broke down and therefore taxis were employed to get us on our way. In my taxi there were seven of us. Three foreigners in the back seat and four locals in the front seat. That means two people in the driver’s seat wrapped around each other like the twisted intertwined roots Continue reading Colonial Era Durian →