Going back... Kampot, Cambodia

The Kampot River View

Bought a bus ticket from Phnom Penh's central market bus station to Kampot at noon - took a few hours for the 80 km stretch to the coast, including switching from a small bus to a smaller one halfway there (and the mandatory mysterious breakdown). Kampot was pretty quiet - a small fishing village going about its own business. The bus dropped me off at some road junction - followed some guy to his guesthouse, which was this place right by the river. It wasn't too memorable, to be honest - i had this small cabin to myself in the front garden of the place, which was like a big, open house (the dorm - overrun by some very drunk Czechs so i decided to take the cabin/hut).

I remember going down to the wooden verandah/makeshift restaurant by the big house at night after putting down my bags to look out into the river in the darkness, eating my fried rice and downing a reviving bottle of Angkor beer after managing to locate the cook. Was rather enjoying the soft music on the stereo - Damien Rice (!) being quite unexpected, and looking out at the fishing boats bobbing up and down in the darkness to the tide when the Czechs decided to come in for a drink. I paid up and left.

The view at that place was great though - i took this photo from my window - just popped my head out and snapped the shot in the morning. Went up the Bokor Hill Station and managed to meet up with a few friends for drinks at the Mealy Chenda - which i later found out was the place to be, hosting the backpacker population of Kampot - for the following days before heading off to Cambodia's costa del sol of Sihanoukville.