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Quit our jobs, sold our home and everything in it, gone riding...
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Updated from http://www.RideDOT.com/rtw/384.html
It's always a bit nerve-wracking not knowing whether you'll be let back into the country or not. Although we were reassured by our fixer that the Thai embassy would approve our visas, in the back of my head, I was already thinking of back-up plans involving breaking out our clean European passports.
Fortunately this wasn't required. Our fixer came through and we admired the brand new Thai visa page glued onto the inside of our passport.
We're allowed to come home!
Getting ready to leave the hotel in the morning. The lady behind us looks like she wants to join our motorcycle gang!
We try to leave early enough to get as much time riding done before the searing afternoon sun beats us up.
Unfortunately, Phnom Penh traffic has other ideas for us. We're so done with big cities. Take us back to the countryside, please!!!
It's always a bit nerve-wracking not knowing whether you'll be let back into the country or not. Although we were reassured by our fixer that the Thai embassy would approve our visas, in the back of my head, I was already thinking of back-up plans involving breaking out our clean European passports.
Fortunately this wasn't required. Our fixer came through and we admired the brand new Thai visa page glued onto the inside of our passport.
We're allowed to come home!
Getting ready to leave the hotel in the morning. The lady behind us looks like she wants to join our motorcycle gang!
We try to leave early enough to get as much time riding done before the searing afternoon sun beats us up.
Unfortunately, Phnom Penh traffic has other ideas for us. We're so done with big cities. Take us back to the countryside, please!!!
It takes us over an hour, but finally we're free of the big ******. Yay!
Neda is loving being back in the countryside again. We stop often to check out the scenery.
We've been in Cambodia for over a week now and it's long enough to make us realize what we like: it's the rural life. Besides Phnom Penh, Cambodia has been our favorite South East Asian country thus far because it hasn't been as industrialized as Thailand or Malaysia.
Everywhere on the sides of the road, we see rice and beans being dried on the hot asphalt
Cows and other wild life are given free reign over the fields and the road
Panniers.
Rice fields make neat patterns
We stopped to watch this pig on the right suckle its piglets
And then she just flopped onto her side and let her kids drink greedily.
One of my favorite pictures of Cambodia
After 4 hours of riding south of Phnom Penh, we reach the south shores of Cambodia at the seaside resort village of Kep. Cambodia is for the most part landlocked, only having access to about 400 kms of shoreline, squeezed in by the Thai and Vietnamese border, which is less than 30 minutes away from where we are.
Koh Tonsay boat terminal, looking out into the waters of Chhak Kep Bay
In the distance, we watch an interesting row boat go by. He was rowing like he was telemark skiing,
pushing the oars by moving his whole body forward till he was almost on one knee!
There's one reason why we made a pit stop at Kep...
Kep is known for not just for its delicious seafood, but for their fresh peppercorn. So delicious!!!
The peppercorn is grown locally, here in the Kampot province. Kampot peppercorn is so famous worldwide that it is has its own certification, kind of like the Neapolitan Pizza we had in Italy. True Kampot Peppercorn has to be grown in an organic fertilizer made from a mix of cow dung and bat guano. That ain't cheap ****, Batman!
So far food in Cambodia has been like a blander version of Thai food. Not that remarkable. I've ended up ordering a lot of fried rice. But the peppercorn crab here was the best meal we've had in a while! Well worth the ride to Kep!
Another of Kep's tourist attractions: the White Lady Statue
If you Google the White Lady Statue, the pictures you find will see her in different states of dress. The locals, who are quite conservative, will sometimes clothe her in a modest dress, but the coastal winds will eventually blow it away over time (or so they say). Other times, she'll be clothed in a bikini top or a fashionable wrap. The time we visited, she was naked again. Very popular for selfies with the tourists.
The name in Khmer is "The woman who waits for her man". She's a Cambodian woman waiting for her fisherman husband to return back from sea.
Kids playing football on the white sands on Kep Beach... with a volleyball
There are a lot of young people in Cambodia. During their reign, the Khmer Rouge exterminated 1/5th of the country's population. Today, almost 70% of Cambodians are under 30 years old, and 30% of the population is under 15 years old.
The coolest monk on the beach! We saw him taking a selfie with the naked white lady statue!
More cool monks hanging out by the side of the road
We spend the late afternoon walking up and down the beach. Neda finds a little starfish!
One of the fishing boats coming in. Is the White Lady Statue's long wait over?
Everyone waiting for the sunset
End of another beautiful afternoon on Kep Beach
Sun's getting low, so time to find a place to sleep
We are heading to Kampot, less than an hour away from Kep Beach. Neda navigates some rough waters
Finally, arrived at our place in Kampot! What a long day! So thankful we are out of Phnom Penh!
Updated from http://www.RideDOT.com/rtw/385.html
It was a pretty long day of riding out of Phnom Penh yesterday so we fell asleep very early.
Which means I'm up early enough to see a sunrise. A rare moment for me!
We are staying in a beautiful colonial-style villa just outside of Kampot. It's got lovely balconies with a nice view of the Kampot River below.
Breakfast on the balcony at our Cambodian villa
It was a pretty long day of riding out of Phnom Penh yesterday so we fell asleep very early.
Which means I'm up early enough to see a sunrise. A rare moment for me!
We are staying in a beautiful colonial-style villa just outside of Kampot. It's got lovely balconies with a nice view of the Kampot River below.
Breakfast on the balcony at our Cambodian villa
Watching the neighbour's kids play in the yard
Leaving Kampot. Getting an early start to the day, trying to get most of the riding done before the sun gets too hot
We head west. Just a few minutes out of town is a place where we've been told to visit, especially because we were on motorcycles.
At the foot of Bokor Mountain, we know we're in the right place because we see a squad of sportbikes readying to make a run up to the summit.
This is the best piece of tarmac we've ridden in Cambodia, twisting and winding up over 1000m in vertical elevation. This new road is courtesy of the Chinese, who are making a significant investment in Cambodia.
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Here's a short video of part of the Bokor Mountain run. Count how many ******** try to run Neda off the road..
That's just the way they drive in SE Asia. Same as in many parts of the world we've traveled to. India, Albania, Russia, etc. *shrug*
On the way up, we see a huge statue sitting cross-legged looking down over the mountainside. We must investigate!
This 29 meter high statue is Lok Yeay Mao, protector spirit of travelers. I like her already!
We found out this is the same naked white lady on the shores of Kep that we saw the day before. They sculpted her with clothes this time, so nobody can disrobe her in the middle of the night...
Here's a short video of part of the Bokor Mountain run. Count how many ******** try to run Neda off the road..
That's just the way they drive in SE Asia. Same as in many parts of the world we've traveled to. India, Albania, Russia, etc. *shrug*
On the way up, we see a huge statue sitting cross-legged looking down over the mountainside. We must investigate!
This 29 meter high statue is Lok Yeay Mao, protector spirit of travelers. I like her already!
We found out this is the same naked white lady on the shores of Kep that we saw the day before. They sculpted her with clothes this time, so nobody can disrobe her in the middle of the night...
Near the summit, we stop to admire the scenery below. Looking down into the Gulf of Thailand. It's windy and COLD up here!!!
Bokor Hill Station was originally built by French colonists to escape the heat of Phnom Penh. I'm glad they did, because we are suffering from severe heat exhaustion every afternoon!
Bokor Palace Hotel, a magnificent building built by the French in 1925, long since abandoned. The ruins are just as fascinating!
It's a popular place for tourists to visit, walking around inside the empty structure of the old palace. There are other abandoned colonial ruins up here as well, some near the palace, others a bit further away. Very creepy and eerie inside!
We visit another smaller hotel near the palace and do some poking around
The French abandoned their hill resort in the First Indochina War in the late 1940s. They came back after the war was over to open a new casino in 1962, but had to abandon Bokor once again in the 70s when the Khmer Rouge took over Cambodia.
Speaking of casinos, part of the Chinese investment was this huge casino at the top of Bokor
It was completely empty. There were more people visiting the colonial ruins than at this casino! How many billions of yuan wasted on the building and the road? Well, not completely wasted, it was a fun ride up! Thank you, China!
This small temple nearby looks brand new as well. I think it's Chinese too, because of the writing on the tops of the doorway. Possibly to serve all the Chinese tourists that are not flocking to the casino...
And then back down the mountain into the waiting arms of the hot Cambodian afternoon sun.
Stopping for one of many water breaks along the way
The next logical place to go to would be the beach resort town of Sihanoukville. But we've heard it's a lot like Phuket and the Full Moon Party islands of Thailand. Lots of farangs and bars and nightclubs. Not our scene.
So we're bypassing it and heading further north up the coast for more a more authentic Cambodian experience.
Speaking of farangs, I found out that they call us "Barangs" in Cambodia, because the Khmer language does not have any "F"s and they can't pronounce "Farangs". This is ironic because the Thais can't pronounce "R"s so they end up pronouncing it "Falangs".
Neda thinks the word "Barang" sounds funny, so the entire time we're in Cambodia, she calls every foreigner a "Barango" like Mango...
"Barangoes, barangoes, everywhere!" LOL!
Crossing the very new bridge into Koh Kang
Koh Kong, or as the Khmer call it, Krong Khemarak Phoumin, is the capital of the most south-west province in Cambodia. We are literally minutes away from the Thai border. It's a frontier town, known as the Wild West of Cambodia and it used to be a hub for smuggling, gambling and prostitution because of its isolation, with access only by boat or air. Remnants of the defeated Khmer Rouge retreated to Koh Kong and were active in the region as late as 1998!
The Thai government has funded a bridge and a border crossing from Hat Yai province and just recently in 2015, the road from Koh Kong to the National Highway of Cambodia was completed. This has opened Koh Kong up as a hub for eco-tourists because it's the gateway to the heavily forested Cardamom Mountain. We blend right in with all the granolas, us with our gas-sipping, lawn-mower-engined Honda dirtbikes! Kinda...
Shacks line the sides of the river in Koh Kong
Life on the river
"Honey, I'm home!"
Neda is still fiddling with her make-shift plastic bottle seat. Just not comfortable
Sittin' on the dock of the bay
Fishing boat on the shores of Koh Kong
The sun is slowly setting over the mountains across the river
Everyone is watching the sun set
I sparked up a conversation with a fellow Barango, also taking pictures of the sunset
She lives in Phnom Penh with her boyfriend, and was in Koh Kong for a vacation. They were only in their 20s, and left the UK to find jobs in Cambodia and travel around SE Asia. Very adventurous for their age! Sometimes I wonder what our trip would look like if we had done it 20 years ago instead of now. It seems that most of the people we meet on the road are either 20 years younger than us (gap year travelers) or 20 years older (retirees). Very few people leave mid-career to do a trip like this.
I suspect the lack of peers our age means that this was either a very smart thing to do or a spectacularly bad idea...
Relaxing in a bar by the river with a cold Black Panther beer, our new favorite beer in Cambodia!
So we found a new favorite beer, it's a dark stout which is rare to find in SE Asia. The owner of the bar, a Cambodian guy of Vietnamese descent, is also an avid motorcyclist and we have a great chat about bikes roads in the area. We're watching the sun go down and I happen to notice one of the mounting braces holding up my top case had broke. Yes, the same one Malaysian Cigarette Smoking Man fixed last season! Dammit! Not again.
The roads we are going to do tomorrow won't tolerate a broken mount. My topcase will fall off for sure. This needs to be fixed before we leave, and we have no idea where to go to fix it.
The owner of the bar came out again while I was inspecting the back of my motorcycle. He took one glance at the broken mount and told me, "No problem. I know someone who can fix it. Come back tomorrow morning."
What a stroke of luck!!!
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