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.
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