The dynamic changes once you leave Phnom Penh, roads that were chaotic scenes of daily Cambodian city life gradually diminish in intensity as the lovely tarmac road begins to disappear into a bumpy potholed mess.
Bus travel is the main option here, there used to be a good train to Sihanoukville but that line is still haunted by the memories of three backpackers captured and later killed by the Khmer Rouge back in the early nineties. Horror stories of the atrocities abound and it is hard to reconcile that with the bucolic air that surrounds the region. The madness men do unto men will continue to astound me.
The old creaky bus bumped and cajoled me as it sped through villages in a blur, pausing just briefly halfway to get a cup of delicious coffee and a bun. The land is mostly flat here with the occasional hill until you finally in arrive in the far south close to the Bokor national park and eventually the gulf of Thailand.
I had been interested in Kep for a long time; the appeal of fresh fried crab in the local Kampot peppers was too much of a mouth-watering draw.
Continue reading Kampot and Kep, sleepy towns in the south of Cambodia