Kampot was an easy commute from Sihanoukville. The first bus ride I have been on in months where I didn’t almost shit myself. So, even though the minibus was over full, I sat leaning over, and my legs rubbing up against a smelly backpacker. It was still very enjoyable 🙂
Just over an hour later, I arrived at the bus stop in Kampot. Home of Kampot Pepper, and Kampot Cider. MMMmm hard cider.
Anyways, I had 2 KM still to go to my hotel. I easily found a scooter taxi who only asked a local rate. What, seriously. I am not getting the White Skin tax? I only paid $1.50 and he was a nice dude!
My hut, is really nice. Up a few stairs, with a nice fan. You can check it out here.
The hotel bar, is right full of hippies though. Pot and Cigarette smoke everywhere, and even getting into my hut. I was a little frustrated at first, because I booked this hut to get away from that shit. I wanted some fresh air, no noise, and relaxation.
This is where my first mistake took place. I went to the bar, for a pint, and saw them trying to fix the stereo. I watched this for about an hour, getting a good kick out of the hippy backpackers trying to fix a few simple broken wires.
Eventually the one girl says, “Is anyone an electrician?”. She looked my way and I nodded and said, sure.
Then a few of them asked why I didn’t say so earlier. I simply said, “I didn’t want to tell you what you are doing wrong, as I just arrived, and this is way more fun to watch!”.
About 5 minutes later I had both left and right audio wires properly connected and taped. I plugged in my phone and music came on. They all cheered and I got a free beer.
This was around 9 PM.
Around 11 PM, I went to bed.
5 AM, the music is still pounding and I am now really regretting helping them. I am almost considering going and pulling the wires back apart, but I don’t.
5:30 AM and the morning staff arrive and turn off the music. Thank You!!!
The next day I mention it to the owner and she said, this won’t happen again as she has a policy, post in big letters above the bar. 11 PM, music must be turned off.
The next 3 nights, the music did turn off around 11 or a little after, which isn’t bad. It actually took me 4 days until I came around and started liking the place. I guess my opinion on breathing smoke is stronger than I thought.
My stay here in Kampot was nice. It is a small town, with not much going on. I spent everyday doing the same thing.
At around 8 AM, I would walk down the street to a local restaurant and have local food for 1 dollar.
Lunch, I did the same, and then went for a 5 or 6 KM walk around town.
Dinner, I would skip and have a few beers at the pub and go for a swim in the river.
All in all it wasn’t bad.
Some pictures for you.