Rain, Heavy Rain, Lightning, Rain
Trip Start Jan 31, 2011
297Trip End Dec 15, 2011
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Morning....SUN! It's sunny, it's SUNNY!
1pm.....RAIN! More rain than you've ever seen in your life all at once at the same time for an hour tops.....then SUN! sunny, sunny,sunny, sunny,sunny, sunny, warmmmmmm.
What in fact is happening is that it's like Manchester. No, it's worse than Manchester, because at least with Manchester rain, it's just consistently light-medium pissy. Here it's sunny till about 10am, but also quite cloudy. At 10am the Heavens decide to Empty the bathtub it rains so hard, accompanied by huge amounts of lightning and thunder, but then not stop raining for the rest of the day
So today, I got up, it was cloudy, but also sunny. I set off East along the main road that I took from Kampot to Kep heading towards Kampong Trach. It took me about 45 mins to get there, from where I went off to see some Caves, accompanied by 3 helpful children with torches and things to tell me about the caves. See Cave pictures. I hoped they weren't all going to ask me for money at the end given that I hadn't invited them and felt perfectly capable of looking at the caves with my head torch on my own. I suppose I was slightly grateful as they were a bit creepy, especially when they told me the Khmer Rouge did some serious killing in these caves as well.
The rain started about this point, a light shower, which I thought might be all it would be.
After the caves I set off south with the intention of seeing some salt fields and the coast, and doing a little off tarmac pottering route through the fields. So I set off down a red dirt track, littered with the obligatory pot holes which make your bike skills amazing. The fields and scenery was beautiful. I was trying to think if it was like Vietnam. It sort of was, but they grow grass instead of rice, and most of the houses are wooden stilted houses
They were clearly a poor family. Their whole house was corrugated iron and wood, and the racket the rain made on the iron was deafening. I was glad I'd got off the road as it soon disappeared. The other alarming thing, which amused the family hugely, were my squeals of horror, stamping my feet, holding my head in my hands and shouting 'why! why!" at the sky, as the storm, overhead at this point, did several strikes within 100m or so of where we were sitting. The bright flash and loud crack were the worst I've ever experienced.
When it had stopped raining elephants and sperm whales and had subsided to the level of raining guinea pigs and rabbits, I decided I'd taken up enough of this family's time and cancelled my journey, deciding to head back to kampot. It was 12.30 by now and I was hungry, and there ain't no KFC just up the road. After travelling for an hour on the way back up this potholed road where the potholes were disguised a puddles so you have to avoid everything, I made it to the Kampong Trach Town. I looked at every shop I passed just looking for some bread. Bread, bread, my kingdom for some bread! I saw bread, parked up, saw a girl eating what looked like Pho Ga - chicken noodle soup, and ordered that. Very kindly, instead of having a bowl full of bones like the girl did, the owner peeled all the chicken off the bone so I didn't have to tussle with it. She also put some fish and tofu in, and I had a hearty lunch sitting at this put up on the side of the road stall on some plastic chairs. All very local and rustic. I was the only white in the village. It was good, the chicken was very tough mind, which I never expected possible from chicken, but it was good and would see me to Kampot. As I finished my lunch the rain started up again. JOY!
My ride back to Kampot, for the whole hour and a half at least, was in rain. I was soaked. My shoes were full of water. An amusing thing that happens with boots that are mesh on top for air, but waterproof all up the sides, is that they fill up with water
I went up, dumped my bag, took off my ponchos (useless articles), poured the water out of my shoes (again, not joking) and got in the shower, fully clothed. I washed all the red dirt that had splashed up at me off my legs and clothes, and gave them a good scrub. I hung them out to dry, which will take about a week in this weather, and went out to the riverside to find a decent restaurant to sit in.
I hit the jackpot, Rikitikitavi is where I found. I opened the page on "Swiss Hot Chocolate, A lavish mug of sumptuous cocoa overflowing with whipped cream and garnished with grated pure chocolate" I didn't need to look any further. I'm having that I said. A good thing too, because for the first time in ages, I'm really cold. have bare legs and feet, but long sleeves, and I'm really cold!! What the hell? I have no idea what the temperature is. Accuweather says its 29deg, real feel 36deg. My bottom it is!! It must be about 20 tops!
i stayed for a few hours, and returned to the hostel and my lonely dorm to watch some tv and settle down for the night.
Best: Getting into the dry at the end of a wet day
Worst: too much rain hindering my ability to really get anywhere
Beautiful: the landscape generally