Kampot

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Phnom Penn bus station takes chaos to a whole new level, we went there to get our bus out of town and were met with bedlem from people, motos, cyclos, buses and taxis all competing for a tiny piece of road. A man with a megaphone and a bloke with a whistle, try, without hope, to organise things. Somehow, only one hour late we managed to escape the city.

We were held up on route by a truck that lost a wheel after it hit a bridge. No emergency services here so you just wait until the locals sort things out.

Kampot the riverside town is the capital of Kampot province, a mixture of local and crumbling colonial architecture. Its a stop for people wanting to see the abondoned Bokor Hill station or the old beach resort of Kep. We went to neither opting to save money by doing nothing in particular.

Its OK here after the mayhem of Phnom Penn, although it doesn't have much to keep you there for longer than a day or two the place has a nice feel about it. It sees only a fraction of the tourists that go to Siem Reap and Phnom Penn so besides a few guesthouses and restaurants it's a real Cambodian Town.

Like the rest of Cambodia, the locals are incredibly friendly and here not everybody is trying to sell you things like in the capital. One thing it likes to do here is rain, it lashed it down every night causing flash floods down the "roads" , they get proper weather here. .

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Photos

The River
The Riverfront at Kampot

Town
The centre of Kampot, Claire trying to blend in.

Colonial Buildings
Left to crumble since the French left probably.

Cane Drink
The tipple of SE Asia. These stalls are everywhere.

Comments

[Dad]

Ah, Lake District weather at last! Claire seems to blend in well. Was she down at the market looking for a dark crystal? see you soon, we hope. dad