Last weekend we went down to Kampot for a little R&R. Instead we got nonstop tropical storms the entire time. The trip was still great and it was nice to go into the countryside where it’s quiet enough you can hear the water buffalo rustling around out in the marsh, but we didn’t see the sun the entire time we were there. But we made the best of it. The bus brought us into Kampot and dropped us off in the city center around 8pm and from there we had to find a tuk tuk to take us to our villa. The villa was about 4km out of town and for about 2km of the way we traveled down a muddy road which at one point our driver was suggesting we get out and push. Yeah, that didn’t happen. Once we arrived at the villa we found out all the rooms were all booked up, our reservation was never noted, and we would be resorting to Plan B. Oh joy. Apparently the villa is run by a father and his sponger of a son, Frank. So Frank decided to put us up in his father’s weekend boathouse loft which is placed separately from the hotel right smack dab on the river. It turned out to be pretty awesome, aside from climbing the ladder every time we needed to go in and out to then cross a marshy swamp to get to the main villa. Oh yeah, and the fact that the roof was about 2 minutes away from being ripped off during the night time storms that rolled through each night. All in all it was a good time aside from a few set backs. We went out both nights for food and drinks and impressed all of the bar patrons with our amazing billiards skills. It’s a great little town and will definitely go back again.
I’ve heard the hikes in Bokor National Park are absolutely amazing, so that will be my goal for the next trip down to Kampot.
Back in Phnom Penh I’ve been attempting to take more photographs of motos. The amount of stuff Cambodians pile on their motos is truly amazing. I’ve seen people carrying armoires, panes of glass, chickens, pigs, and just about anything else you can think of. Bikes and motos are turned into mobile kitchens, stuffed animal venders, barber shops, and again, just about anything you can think of. It’s all really quite impressive.
This weekend a few of us went back out to Kandal Province to hang out with the students. We brought out poster board and paints for the kids to go wild with and their paintings turned out amazing. The heavy rain last weekend may have put a damper on our holiday trip to Kampot, but the rain this weekend while in Kandal was a highlight. Even though the ground turned to a muddy pool the kids never seized their game of football, in fact I think it made it more entertaining for them, and us for that matter. It was all I could do not to play with them in the rain and mud, but I knew the hour long tuk tuk ride back into the city covered in mud would have been smelly and miserable for the other 4 people I was riding in the tuk tuk with.