Travel to Kep
We have to go to Kep today. It is a beachside town, slightly more touristy than Kampot apparently.
Walking to the bus station to get the bus, we were surrounded by people. They were private taxi’s. On enquiring how much it would cost, we were told it was $5 for us both. As this was only a dollar more than the crowded but would be and a lot faster, we decided to take it. The bus wasnt supposed to leave for another hour and a half, so we thought we had a good deal. As it turned out, nothing is that simple. It is a shared taxi. Have you ever wondered how many people you can fit in a taxi? Well, I am sure it is more than 8,but 8 is enough. There were four of us in the back, and it wasnt too bad, as we just managed to fit on the seats. There were also four in the front. Two in the passenger seat,and two in the drivers. The driver was at the front, wedged between the gear stick and steering wheel.
Still, we have had more uncomfortable trips. As it went, it wasnt too bad. It is only 28 km to Kep, and we had already driven most of it on the bike, and the rest on the bus to Kampot.
The unfortunate thing was that as we passed the white horse, the rain set in. On arriving at Kep it was pouring down. We got our bag, and were shunted off to the guest house closest to the station. Probably not the best choice, but the rain looked set in. $8 for a room, wasnt bad. It was a bit musty, but everything worked, and the bed isn’t the worst. Had a quick bite to eat in a restaurant that we thought was separate to the hotel, but turned out to be the same. Talked to a guy looking for accommodation. He turned up again later and let us know there are better ones along the beach for the same price if we end up staying longer.
As it was still raining, we grabbed lappie, and went looking for a bar along the waterfront to have a drink or two, and catch up on the typing. The beach itself is nothing that special. There is sand here,but as we had found out from the English ex-pat in Kampot, the sand had been imported. There are some pretty islands off the coast that swim in and out of vision depending on the amount of rain at the moment. Some are quite jagged, and other smooth hills. The locals are swimming in the ocean, all dressed up. It is a bit chilly for me, but I suppose, once you are wet, it doesn’t matter if it is raining or not. Walking along the beach front, there is nothing. A few places being built, but then forest. Kampot is a lot more developed, and Kep seems to just stretch along the main coastal road. Much like most towns in Cambodia.
So here we are at a restaurant drinking expensive beer, as there are no cheap cocktails. Hopefully it will clear up soon, and we can find some!