A couple of blogs ago I told you all about how our motorbikes broke down somewhere out the back of Kampot. Well, whilst the others were trying to mend the bikes and find a way back, I filmed it. You know, just in case we were never found again. Then it could have been shown in cinemas like the Blair Witch Project was… Read the rest of this entry
We’d heard that Kampot has a way of keeping people. We were told that travellers go there and stay there, and the ones that manage to leave always return. It sounded like a myth, a tale meant to intreague and capture the imagination and we didn’t believe it. We knew we’d leave because we had places to be. We’d leave Kampot after a night or two to spend some time in Kep and then on to Phnom Penh… At least that’s what we thought.
It all started with a coconut. Read the rest of this entry