Bokor Mountain Lodge Kampot

... and figured we’d also be getting quite stir crazy if we stuck around our room all day. We actually made it into town, ate lunch at a place called Chez Carole’s, and on the way back while cutting through to the beach, discovered a big cage with monkeys inside and out (fed two of them Pringles which was all we had—where’s a banana when you need it anyway?), and got most of the way down the beach toward the resort before it really began to rain. By the time we ...

... tuk shouting at us and the driver and were quite aggressive. We told them that we wouldn't sort anything out till we had passed through the border, we didn't really want to hire a ride on a motorcycle as neither Mei nor I had ever been on one before, they didn't look particularly trustworthy and we had our massive bags to carry.
We passed through the border relatively easily although the Cambodian police asked us lots of questions and wanted to know how we had found out about this ...

... such luxuries as running water and a clean place to take a dump and don't know what to do with it! I did another craft project with the kids too - making a mobile paper flies - even the idea that flies are dirty and can make you sick was a new concept!! It is therefore not surprising that most of the kids look like they are around 8 yrs old but are actually well into their adolecence - the only give away is the squeaky shrieks of the boys ha!

So the football - there was a ...

... our staple starter of spring rolls the power tripped three times. There are no planes down south after the one to Shianoukville crashed into the mountains a few years ago and the roads (as previously noted) are dire. Despite this the richest man in Cambodia is developing a huge resort in the "National park" outside town. We found out that the company building the road for the new resort had opened the road for the next day and that we would be able to ...

... post and will be of little interest to most people reading this, but, he was a ****. He was the most flowery spoken person I have ever seen, heard of, imagined or seen on the TV, everything was a hand gesture, expression was first and foremost, always at the front of his mind, he tried to deliver every sentence as dramatically as possible, and it was partly cringe inducing, partly human theatre, maybe that's what he was aiming at, if so well done, but he had the lead role in a ...

I was looking at some pics of Kampot; one was of a mound of garbage piled mile-high. I failed to come across the area where the pic was taken. It didn't annoy my experience of Kampot in the slightest.
It was fairly hair-raising trying to drive a scooter on rough dirt roads, but using one up and down a broken road in China, aided any lack of inhibition or danger I may have felt. More rough riding was to follow once we ...

I really should be enhancing these posts by putting up some accompanying photos. Laziness has crept in, I guess, but I'll get round to it. I showed my mum pics of those poor kids with rubbish sacks when leaving Phnom Penh. She didn't think they looked unhappy judging by their grinning smiling faces, and said some proverbial expression like:
'I grumbled because I had no shoes, until I met a man who had no feet. They've never known what it ...