Don’t be this girl. She ordered a Crab dish at the Crab Market, in a Crab Restaurant (literally called ‘The Crab Kitchen’). When the dish came she complained and asked for the staff to take out all of the meat from the shell as it was ‘too messy’ for her to do it herself. Don’t eat crab then. De-shelling it, and fighting to get to the meat is the best part. Duh.
Training Day – On A Semi Auto Motorbike
For a while now we have reluctantly hired automatic motorbikes and struggled up hills with them. With the off road conditions of Vietnam looming, we knew it was time to learn how to ride a proper motorbike – both of us. Michael at Bacoma Guesthouse was a very nice Swiss guy, so I approached him about it and he said that it is easy to learn. He offered me his bike for a trial ride down the drive way. I knew in theory how and he also explained it to me again. The ride down the driveway was no problem and I felt comfortable enough to hire a semi-auto now.…
Kep, The Sleepy Colonial Ghost Town
We spent a few days in the sleepy Kep and explored some of its charm. The best way to do that is by riding around and exploring. That is exactly what we did. There are heaps of broad and empty streets and back streets to explore. A lot of the ghost town feeling comes form the many half finished and run down French colonial villas. These are tucked away behind jungle in the most beautiful spots. The one below had an incredible view and we sat on the roof for a while. Some are being renovated and others are doomed to collapse in the future. We were told that land…
Made it to Kep, about 30 minutes away from Kampot – depending on how many locals the bus picks up and drops off, and it’s a cute little town. Kep is full of old French colonial villas that are in ruins after the Khmer Rouge era where starving locals looted and picked anything they could use to survive eg. Firewood, any material of value etc. Very cool town, but the main reason I wanted to explore Kep was via my mouth and stomach, as it’s Craaaab City! We’re staying in a cute rounded bungalow owned by a Swiss-Khmer family, Bacoma Bungalows, and my priority for choosing it was its close…
Once all of the Westerners in the squished up mini-van were dropped off in Kampot – coincidentally infront of a commissioned guesthouse, we set about trying to find some sort of accommodation. The information centre had no maps, and no information on the attractions of Kampot to give us but did mention one newly opened place, Paris Guesthouse, so we walked a street behind the riverfront and found it. Paris Guesthouse Brand new building. Good location if being central is your priority. However, Kampot is so small that you can walk everywhere quite easily. In a new building next to Captain Cham, a cafe & travel agency. Paris offered us…