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Published: November 3rd 2017
I’m glad Agata was driving and not me for the three hours it took us to drive down to the south coast. It is definitely not for the faint hearted. However on the last km, which was little more than a dirt track on either side of a shallow canal, we were rewarded with a magnificent display of lotus plants in flower.
We have a beautiful riverfront room in Villa Verdici just on the outskirts of Kampot. You can swim in the fast flowing river but we opted for the pool which Alexander loved. So did we. I think the water temperature was the same as our pool at home but without the heating.
Later in the afternoon a sand barge tried to anchor just off our place. The owner got very agitated, paddled out and sent them on their way in no uncertain terms. Apparently they pump sand all through the night and the sound, of course, keeps everyone awake.
Alexander, who hadn’t slept all day despite a number of attempts, fell asleep on the way into town for dinner. After a half hour snooze while we had cocktails he was wide awake again and ready to
eat. The Fish Market, right on the river front, did not disappoint. Meanwhile all the floating restaurants were all lit up making quite a dramatic display.
At 5.30 this morning we were woken by the loud putt, putt, putt of the fishing boats returning from a night of work out at sea. They made quite a sight as dozens of them kept coming up the river.
After breakfast and another swim we set off for the pepper plantation, La Plantation which as you can probably tell is own by a French couple who live half the year here and half back in France. It was a well oiled operation with the estate providing housing and schools for their workers in what is a very labour intensive production line. Different types of peppercorns all come from the same plant.
The red ones are picked first. The green ones stay the same. To get white they are boiled and the skins come off while the black ones, the strongest, are boiled and skins are kept on.
On the way back to the main road over the very bumpy, red earth and stone road, we stopped at the Khmer
Roots Cafe. Agata had read great reviewson Trip Advisor so we stopped there for lunch. All the food was prepared from scratch and it was absolutely delicious.
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Jim
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Amok
Did you try the amok, Jackie. It's worth going to Cambodia just to eat a good amok, I reckon.