The bar at this hostel turned out to be a popular hangout
for a bunch of expats; it felt a little like ‘central perk’ from ‘Friends’, or
the bar from ‘how I met your mother.’ It was a great group of people hanging
out and working at the bar though, and we hung around there a bit just chilling
out.
We also rented a motorbike and scooted around, checking out
Kampot, which is actually filled with some great old colonial buildings, from
the time of the French, and nice little shops and cafes. One café we went to
was run by the deaf community, and you ordered by writing down your choices, or
signing them (signs for certain things provided in the menu).
We definitely felt the presence of the rainy season at this
time, but decided to brave the rain with a day trip on the motorbike, down to
Kep, armed with our cheap ponchos (basically like wearing a massive plastic
bag, and just as noisy). Kep is a seaside town well known for its seafood,
particularly crabs. We arrived at the crab market, and saw all the local
ladies, fully dressed and knee deep in the surf hauling up cages full of crabs.
Just down the road were rows of restaurants, serving said crab and other
seafood. We sat ourselves down and proceeded to feast on delectable crab with
kampot pepper. Interestingly, kampot pepper is apparently famous in the
culinary world, and will soon be awarded ‘geographic indication;’ therefore
allowing no one else to use the name ‘kampot pepper’ unless it’s grown in
kampot (as with champagne, brie, etc.).
From Kampot we bid farewell to Cambodia and headed for the
Vietnamese border.
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