One day we took off with two Israeli girls, both actually named Tali to go climb up to this pagoda. We had a little too late start and run out of time, but it was a good exercise anyway. Bicycling abt hour each way and hour and a half up a hill.
Lost in the jungle
The next day me and Tali (one seen above) rented a motorbike and went to visit Bokor Hill. Around 2,5 hour drive from which 2 hours up a hill. Lots of squiggly road and tight turns. Lucky the weather is as good as the bike and the driving is smooth.
Also apparently in Cambodia the passenger can, unlike in Sumatra, get hurt since we both got helmets. Mine offered about as much protection as a 10-year old bicycle helmet. But better than nothing, eh? Anyway once we got to the top we had too options: turn left or right. To the right is a waterfall and to the left is some abandoned from older days. Some probably emptied during Khmer Rouge. We decided to save the best to last so off to the ruins.
Before this house there was a sign saying: "No sleeping here at night!" Just to make sure...
The weather was getting cloudy (read: foggy) so we didn't spend too long there but instead took off towards the waterfalls. 8 kilometers later we arrive and the weather was much better. Only a small drop in altitude and change of the mountainside did miracles. This waterfall was funny because I'm used to watching waterfalls from below, but for this the viewpoints were at the lip of the waterfall. Was really interesting looking at this perspective for a change.
Down she goes
Yesterday when I was in my guesthouse immersed in a book I suddenly realize that someone is calling for me. From the neighboring guesthouse. I turn my head and see a smiling face peeking above a palm leaf fence that separates us. He invites me over and I discover a secret ninja-route to their side. along a tree trunk, narrow yourself to a board and climb to safety between a bench and the bar. The look on the bartenders face was quite something when I popped my head from there. And here I meet my first Finnish on this travel. Antti from Joensuu. They are playing a card game called Chinese poker, which looks interesting. After watching them play for a while I already got a grip on the rules and get to challenge the second to last in their just ended tournament. Several hours later I find myself still sitting in the chair playing. Lucky there was only family honor at bet, so monetary loss was minimal. A can of coke that being. And I didn't even lose all the games, so I still have some shreds of the before mentioned honor left.
Today I decided enough slouching on the chairs reading books, so I took my camera with me and headed for a walk. Original idea was to go to the local market, stop by at Ganesha Eco Resort and walk back to town to do some banking and such. Only been once in Ganesha once and going there riding a tuk tuk in the darkness, little did I know that from our place to Ganesha via the market is 5,4 km. And I took off just after noon.
Take a guess if I was sweaty 1,5 hours later when I arrived to Ganesha Eco Resort and ordered some mango and passion juice? Fresh of course.
On my way I stopped to take a look in to the market and about 1,5 minutes walking in the market and I'm feeling claustrofobic. So narrow and low! Need to prepare for this better and come again.
Ganesha is a nice place with bungalows scattered around a beautiful garden. The place itself is in the middle of the ricefields right next to a small river. So a piece of paradise. And the owner is a really relaxed, about 2 meters tall French guy.
Ricefields around Ganesha
And one of the bungalows
Clock was running late and I hadn't eaten a lunch so I decided to book a sunset boat ride and have some food before that. The food was this room temperature chicken and noodle salad, which was delicious. Almost at par with the famous Kampot pepper crab I had the other night. Mmm... Good stuff.
Manuel (owner of Ganesha) kept on saying that the sunset will be good and he wasn't lying. He joined me and 2 German girls (Germans are everywhere here) on the boat to watch the sunset. After that it was already too late for the other planned activities so call to a motordop (motorbike driver) and set sails back home.
Does this make you at least a bit jealous?
Oh, right... On my last post I was talking about going to Siam Reap and Angkor Wat. About that... A few variables came up and I'm now here in Kampot, southern Cambodia. Next stop is Koh Rong (Island) via Sihanoukville. But when I will go there, I don't know. Now is the start of Cambodian holidays, so all public transport is fully booked, need to get at least 2 days in advance. and that lasts a week. And here in Naga House is a party coming in few days. Maybe I should just hang on to my little piece of treehouse dorm for a little while longer...
I have seen worse dorms. 4 beds and 3 dollars/night
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