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Travel Blogs from Kampong Cham
A very different island life
... headed back towards the ferry but before we boarded, we decided to have a walk on the beach and head over to a small village which had been constructed next to the water front. We were again approached by young children, these ones also practised their English - "money, money?" They were left disappointed! We then got on the ferry and headed back to the mainland. The next morning we were heading up to Kratie. ...
Ports and Beaches: Cambodia's South
... it was easy to see why the road was so smooth: this was cronyism at its best. With the now smoother road we our speed was up to 19 mph and Kampot was looking good. This of course was not to last. After a couple of hours the headwind we had been warned about picked up and we found our speed dropping and dropping. By around 4pm it started raining and the clouds ahead were looking ominous. Luckily we were a few km from Chhuk so we pulled up there to find a bead for the night. ...
Kampong Cham
... bovins paraissent ce jour là les seuls usagers du temple Nous posons nos bagages dans un hôtel suranné, trop grand et très vide... qui a le mérite de border le Mékong. À cet endroit le fleuve est franchi par un large pont "japonais"( ie financé par le Japon) qui ajoute de la majesté au lieu. Nous verrons ensuite,avec une application de néophyte, deux temples, ou plutôt les restes de deux temples du II ...
Day 52, 53 Kompong Cham
... br> hand in marriage. Desperate to avoid this disaster, the mother
cunningly devised a deal: a competition between her team of women and
his team of men to build the highest hill by dawn. If the women won,
she would not give her hand. As they toiled into the night, the women
built a fire with the flames reaching high into the sky. The men,
mistaking this for sunrise, lay down their tools and the impending
marriage was foiled.
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Off the Beaten Track
... kids in uniform were out mingling. Clearly lost and confused one teacher addressed me in her best French, to which I replied in English, until it was obvious that neither of us understand one another. As it turns out, the school neighbors the deserted wooden structure built in the 11th century. Nowhere near as interesting as the villages I passed on the way, it goes to demonstrate how little there is to see in Kampong Cham.
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