Kampot: Take Another Little Piece of My Heart

Robert had originally suggested that I stop in Kampot for a day or two on my way south. He said o should grab a motorbike and head to the mountains and just enjoy the nature I was craving. Well, lucky for me the boys were able to join me for the weekend!

The title of this blog is "Take Another Little Piece of My Heart." As I travel this world usually after a few days in a place i'm ready to leave it and move on. However every once in awhile, I find a place that I just do not want to leave. I love my time there and feel like I belong so much that I can't picture myself anywhere else. Minneapolis is one. My first real love. Then came Ohrid, Macedonia, followed by Berlin, Germany. Mostar, Bosnia and Herzegovina came next and then Jogjakarta, Indonesia. Well you can add Kampot, Cambodia to this list. 

We rented a private car, which cost us a lot more than the bus, but we figured it was worth it to get there on Friday night and not have to deal with tuk tuks taking us to and from the bus stop. The ride was pretty easy and we could see migrant workers crammed into the back of trucks as we passed. I felt a little guilty for my air con and my leg room. We made one stop for a quick snack of sausages and rice ( I hadn't eaten since breakfast) and arrived at Samon's village just in time to check into our room and order dinner. The food was incredible. Mostly because every dish used Kampot pepper, which is apparently the best pepper in the world.

We went to bed early and woke up the same. After having breakfast we got our motorbikes, I was given a quick course on how to use it and we headed into town to purchase a picnic lunch and a bottle of wine. I was definitely more fearful of driving in the city, considering there were more people to look out for, and turns/stops to make. Once we were on the highway and then up on the mountains I felt so free. I had a variety of songs stuck in my head throughout the day, including Dixie Chicks's Wide Open Spaces, Have You Ever Seen The Rain (when it was raining) and John Denver's Country Roads. We stopped with pleasure to explore deserted houses. And then, we stopped without pleasure when Robert's bike broke down. After waiting about 30 minutes the guy came and offered us his bike while he fixed the other one.

We continued up, stopped for a beer, and then found a nice cliff to eat our lunch of crackers, cheese, tuna, and wine. The view was incredible.

abandoned church

lunching spot

We continued to explore houses, casino ruins, and eventually made our way to the waterfall. After a bit of relaxing we headed out for the long journey down. Halfway down it started raining, which was a bit rough at some parts. I was glad I had my sunglasses as a shield.  I sang Trampled by Turtles lyrics "Know that I was made for you, there is nothing I can do about it" as my love song to the mountainside.

2 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, if it only had a roof....

Once back, we spent the evening sipping on coffee and Bailey's. I was feeling super sleepy at 7. When I took a cold shower I noticed I was sunburnt even though I had reapplied sunscreen a few times. I ended up asleep at 8.

finished the bottle....

The next day we finished our Bailey's and coffee and played some cards. Then we headed into town for lunch and Robert and Scott headed out on a bus. I stayed behind and explored the city a little stopping at a place called Cafe Espresso, for a veggie burger (super yum) and an espresso.

church and bar across from eachother

I decided to walk home, taking the opportunity to enjoy some country roads. The city reminded me so much of home as I walked along and saw bars in completely random places in the middle of nowhere.

That evening I just relaxed, went for a short canoe ride, drank a few beers and ate dinner while I read my book.

canoeing adventures

The next morning was more reading, and then a tuk-tuk trip to the secret lake and the pepper farm. It was short and simple, and I'm not sure it was worth my money. Maybe if I had shared the cost of the tuk tuk. Ah well, one of the downfalls of traveling alone, with limited time. The "bus" (van) came to pick me up that afternoon for my awful ride to Sihanoukville.

secret lake

I wanna ride this tuk-tuk back to Kampot...