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Beaches and Waterfalls
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after our heatic journey down here, the next job was to have a bit of relaxing time (i know we dont diserve it, but hard to resist). angkor beer down here is around 30p for a glass (the brewery is located in town), so it seems almost rude to turn it down. this town is much more laid back than the other places in cambodia that we have been, and is pretty much cambodias only port. as i put before, the street we're staying in, gets a little old man, young cambodian woman at night, but when you dig a little deeper, you find alot more and also start to feel alot more relaxed here, the beach way of life can really pull you in.
mostly time has been spent on the beaches, just soaking up the sun. every time you walk out of your hostel here, a motorbike taxi will start beeping its horn, and drive over to you, 'you want moto?' no thanks, 'where do you go sir?' no where, then maybe he leaves as another one pulls up, repeat the process. also, the days of hard haggling are back on us, and the driver always starts at 4 times the price of what you should pay, which is normally about 8 times the price of what the locals pay. after a while, you just hire a bike, so as to skip the middle man or sometimes hastle man in this case. the actual guesthouse where we're staying is owned by a older hippy woman, i think from germany, but she speaks so many languages fluently that its hard to know, she is the proud owner of the previously mentioned bulldogs. she can be a little off centre, or random, but as in lanta this often adds to the character of the place. across the street is a place that adds albums to the ipod for 50p, so i've had a cheeky little top up.
when sitting on the beaches, there is an almost non-stop passing of people selling, begging, or just wanting to chat, it can be a little tiring after a while. most common sales, are of fruit and massages, along with lots of children selling little bracelets displayed on coat hangers. i'll never cease to be amazed by the weight that some of these people lug about. the kids, tough workers (school finnishes early), are always smiling, and often just want to play, splashing us, or wanting to be swung, or simply letting them sit with you and listen to your ipod. down here as well, they always look resonably fed, although i've obviously not an expert in this matter. the mossies down here haven't been to bad, in the last place, my feet were eaten alive, i personally feel sorry for the little blighters, if their that starved that they need to get lunch off my disgusting feet, must be desperate.
the one action packed day, was a visit to the local Ream national park, escoted by our guide, we visted a local fishing village, somewhat briefly, but stumbled upon all these ships being fixed, and was quickly told that this place was of course owned by a european. next stop, was a two hour hike, in blistering heat up to a waterefall (Will come back to that).. the word hike, brings kate out in cold sweats, but it wasn't too tough a walk, apart from the heat. we visted an old guard post, for the khmer rouge, by our vitmanese park ranger, whose information unfortunately was mostly lost in translation, was also his 60th on that day, same as you dad. i think, he said that he used to be in saigon, but come across killing khmer rouge, when the vitmanese invaded in 1979, but i'm only 60% sure thats what he said, no facts. the waterfall, was more of a trickle than a fall (dry season), and a little disapointing, but at least the water was cold. the guide was mentioning tigers alot, and saying he'd seen one, i think he said he spoke tiger, i've have no confirmation that there are tigers in this area. next stop was a diserted beach for some lunch, and cooling off. then we went to a real waterfall, which was really nice, as we were followed by some girls, charging about with crisps on there head, and generally just trying to get us wet, or watch as we do a task that they find really easy (walking across slippy rocks), yet we look like we're gonna fall over every few seconds. we spent the end of the day watching a beutiful sunset from the hill that overlooks Sihanoukville. unfortunatly that night, there was some sad news from home. lots of love peter.
all in all times are good, but money is short, and the budget must start to be hit at some point. soon soon. on to kampot. More thumbnails ...
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