My Hump My Hump

Trip Start Dec 26, 2010
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Trip End Feb 03, 2011


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Flag of Cambodia  , Khétt Kâmpôt,
Saturday, January 29, 2011

My now-tanked stmonach was still in chaos but I had to leave for Kep at 730am. Once at Kep, after a short 40 minutes, no time was wasted in arranging my boat ride out to Kon Tonsay aka Rabbit Island. I had decided late last night that Phu Quoc Island visit would not be in my itinerary due to my sickness and the long haul travel I would need to take on via entering Vietnam and a four hours boat ride out to Phu Quoc. In the view of this changed event, I thought Rabbit Island would be the next best destination for a rural island getaway.
 
The no frills boat ride turned out longer than I had expected. The bunglow huts accommodation looked no more than 40 in total along the short stretch of habitable beach. The first guesthouse had no vacancy and had to turn us (me and four other french travellers) away. The last guesthouse had just enough rooms to accommodate the five of us. Apparently this little island was pretty popular with many travellers staying more than two nights. The last boat to leave for mainland Kep was at 4pm. If you do not have a room by lunchtime, you would want to be on that boat.
 
It was not after an hour's wait for the previous guests to check out at 11am, before I could finally settled in my bamboo hut for a long rest. Built entirely out of timber stilts for columns, timber planked floor and bamboo leaves for walls and roof, this well ventilated hut was as close as what the local Khmers live in rural Cambodia. As a bonus, you get chickens chucking under the timber floor.
 
There was really nothing much to do on this island shaped in an outline of a rabbit, except to laze on a hammock, swim in the sea, sleep under the sun and maybe trek the entire island in just about three hours. Well I almost did the last one but the afternoon sun was way to hot for any adventures, so I settled for a long cool dip in a nice little isolated lagoon 20 minutes away from my guesthouse. The water was clear and the sun was burning beautifully. I could feel my skin toasting in this combination and I was not alone. A young swedish lad was so cooked, he was lobster red.
 
Together in the lagoon were a skinny dipping pot smoking greek chap and an adventurous Israeli who spent the last six months hitch hiking through Europe without spending a single cent. He coolly revealed his methods, namely couch surfing and dumpster diving. Google it. Obviously when he made it to Mongolia, China and later Vietnam, dumpster diving was virtually impossible. By 3pm, I found myself back at the main beach for another soak. Carelessly lost my room key (basically just a tiny key to a tiny padlock with a taped coloured paper reading the room number) when I waded out to the sea. In a bizarre twist, the guesthouse receptionist checked up on my room due to a mix up of room allocation with the french group earlier this morning and left the spare key hanging in the padlock.
 
The sunset over Phu Quoc Island in the distance was one of the best in this travel. On the beach, the weary hearts paused for that delayed moment as the colours faded soothingly from yellow to purple, like a drowsy bedtime story. Then the generators kickstarted at 630pm on the dot and we had power up til 1030pm.
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