A delightful evening tonk up the river from Kampot. We anchored to watch the sunset. There were young things on top (tony English and American accents: Ivy League types on NGO work?); silent and seething Frenchmen (reflecting on lost rubber plantations?); smoking Chinese. Then we saw SUPpers! Gaaaah. If someone had laid down yoga mats on the shore I would’ve got out the AK47.
In fact Cambodge is on the ball when it comes to big things. This roundabout – as well as rivalling anything in Bunbury – features a durian and the other Kampot fruits (mangosteen, rambutan, pineapple).
Ciao for now! I’m off to watch a trash movie about heroic media workers: nice!