I made my way further to the East closer to the Vietnamese border and found myself in a small, quaint, and relaxing old French Colonial town by the name of Kampot. While I was here an unlikely friendship developed around a game that I have not been around much of late, but that I used to play all of the time when I was younger - billiards. At a worn down and tattered type of bar right on the river front; myself, a very sweet German girl Lea, the Swiss owner of the bar Stephan, and an old traveling gypsy of sorts from England named Gary played the nights away shooting stick, heckling one another, and having a great time together with the rock and roll of The Rolling Stones playing in the air. We were
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