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Moving further into the country to Kampot and Phnom Penh
Published: November 15th 2012Asia » Cambodia » South » Kampot
March 28th 2011
We got up early the next day to catch the bus to Kampot at 8, which was no fun with hangovers. Luckily, it only took 2 hours by mini-bus, but unfortunately i couldnt sleep, because a swedish man next to me was very eager to talk. In Kampot we found a room for 4 $ at Cozy Elefant, nice and cozy place. We found out that our plan once again was impossible. Bokor Hill Station had been closed off along with the national park, so it was no longer possible to go there on our own, there were only tours for a whole day and evenmore they had modernised the place, so we decided it was not worth it. Instead we took some bikes at the hostel and went biking in the countryside, we saw a ... read more
March 25th 2011
J'ai passe les derniers jours du cote de Kampot au Cambodge. Kampot est une petite ville relaxe qui est reconnue pour son poivre et pour le Parc National du Bokor et sa Station / Hotel / Casino qui ont ete abandonne dans les annees 30 par les francais et dans les annees 70 par les Khmers et les Vietnamiens. La premiere journee fut une petite journee tranquille a me promener dans les rues de la ville, decouvrir le vieux marche, me rendre compte que le marche de nuit n'a pas beaucoup de choix de nourritures, decouvrir la promenade sur le bord de la riviere et la multitude de petits guesthouses, hotels et restaurants. Je ne comprends pas pourquoi les cicatrices des Khmers rouges sont toujours aussi presentes... A cote de beaux edifices restaures on en voie ... read more
March 10th 2011
(N) Aaahhh, Cambodia... I love Cambodia. Matt loves Cambodia. I cannot imagine how anybody could not love Cambodia. It is a beautiful country, less unspoilt than, say, the north of Laos, but incredibly touching and real. Poverty is omnipresent and harsh, but Cambodia’s people are continuously smiling. Seemingly no matter what hardships are presented to them or what conditions they live in, they are overwhelmingly and sincerely lovely. I am not the only one to have developed a deep admiration and love for the Cambodian people. This is proven by the countless NGOs operating in the country and the charity-funded schools and drinking water wells that are staple features of any rural town or village. After the closure of the country’s brutal chapter that was the Khmer Rouge, a lot of people came to Cambodia to ... read more
March 4th 2011
Kampot is famous for its pepper and its crabs, and justly so! There is a pretty riverside promenade, with some restaurants and bars. In theory there are things to do, like go to Kep and see some ruined villas, or go to Rabbit Island. You could visit Bokor Hill Station, which is a French hillside station, if it wasn't being redeveloped into a casino. You could go out into the baking heat of the day, and get a tuk tuk to drive you around the hot dusty roads to see a pepper plantation or a cave. However, we didn't do any of those things, except that we saw Kep as we drove through it in the bus. We also skipped the 24 hour psychedelic dance party at the organic resort 3km out of town. We did ... read more
March 2nd 2011
Things started in the right foot in Kampot when I alighted from the bus, collected my bag, and hired a moto driver to driver me to my chosen hotel.... all of 200 feet away. Of course I should by now be used to the wiley ways of moto/tuk tuk/taxi drivers. For the uninitiated among you here's a short example of a very probable conversation between new tourist in town and their driver: Driver: Where you stay? Tourist: Happy Land Hotel Please. Driver: Ah, so sorry, Happy Land out of business last year. Toursit: Really? But I booked with them last week? Driver: Yep, Yep, burned down Tuesday night, very sad. Tourist: Oh, but I emailed them only yesterday and they said all OK. Driver: Hmmm, Happy Land many prostitute, you stay my hotel, better for you. ... read more
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March 1st 2011
Kampot – schon einmal gehört, aber nicht zuzuordnen. Ein Ort, an den man gern gewünscht wird und trotzdem nicht bleiben möchte...da, wo der Pfeffer wächst. Ein kurzer Blick ins Lexikon belehrt uns, dass hier bis zum Regime der Roten Khmer viel Pfeffer angebaut wurde, kein französisches Restaurant, was etwas auf sich hielt, kochte ohne den Pfeffer aus Kampot. Nach einer kurzen Ortsbesichtigung, die sich gerade mal auf die ausgesprochene Länge eines „Ich will hier weg!“ beschränkt, entschließen wir uns zu einer Sightseeingtour zu ein paar Ruinen aus den 1930er Jahren. Da unsere eigentliche Tour zum Ruinengucken auf einen Berg dann doch ausfällt, machen wir eine kleine Landschaftstour und fahren mit einem Tuk-Tuk etwas herum, um zu sehen, wo der Pfeffer eigentlich genau herkommt. Zuerst fahren wir an einer kleinen Höhle vorbei. Irgend jemand hat dort hinein ... read more
Exploring Kampot - the Market, Kampot Train Station and Around Town
Published: March 2nd 2011Asia » Cambodia » South » Kampot
February 22nd 2011
Exploring Kampot - the Market, Kampot Train Station and Around Town Today Monk decided to explore more of Kamport town and hired a bike for 75 US cents. The market in Kampot is amazing. Apart from all the fruit and vegetables, much of which Monk couldn't even put a a name to, there was just about every type of meat, live fish and live birds. Sacks and sacks of rice, of course, but also dried fish, dried prawns and lots of dried fungi. The whole place was bustling with shoppers. Monk spent the best part of an hour just wandering in amazement. Monk's a bit of a trainspotter and just had to find the train station to investigate what the situation is regarding the trains in Cambodia. There's a train line that runs from Phnom Penh ... read more
February 21st 2011
Exploring the Kampot Countryside Today, Monk and Nellie booked themselves on a tuk-tuk tour of some of the sites around Kampot. Monk shared the tour with a fun English couple, Nigel and Lettuce. For much of the journey, the tuk-tuk bounced down bumpy dirt tracks. Past small villages with thatched wooden houses built on stilts. Chickens, goats, ducks and dogs running around outside. Children shouting 'Hello' as we waved and shouted. At Phnom Chhnork we walked across fields and past bright green vegetable plots tended by the monks where lettuce and other unlikely crops grew standing out against the now dry and barren rice paddies - the growing of the crops only made possible by the existence of a nearby water hole. We were joined by a group of 3 young boys who act as unoffical ... read more
February 20th 2011
“Kampot, why not?” is what I said to myself. I was ready to leave Sihanoukville, I had some relax time and I acquired my visa for Vietnam. The tuk tuk drivers were at there usual spot in Victory Hill when I came down the dirt road for the final time. Once I explained to each of them that I was waiting for a bus they showed me to the little sheltered break area. I sat on the wicker bench , shaded from the sun, on the corner of three unpaved roads. Some small talk got made, then a couple of the drivers started asking me to play some guitar. I got the guitar out and started playing a few chords, a few songs. I was getting surrounded by the non working drivers, then they started to ... read more
February 3rd 2011
a few of you have asked for more photos but its been difficult with the internet here to do this. here's some photos now. :) enjoy!... read more
