Kampot, Kep And The Run For The Border
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 , shad
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