
In order to escape the wrath of the Snooky, we decided upon travel by taxi. Following the ritual negotiating with drivers, we were delivered in Kampot in time for afternoon tea. On arrival, a bribe was handed to a tour operator in order to facilitate a future trip to Bokor Hill Station. But more on that later...
Kampot turned out to be a lovely town set on a river. So lovely in fact that we decided to spend the remainder of the day with alcoholic beverages in hand whilst overlooking said river.
Next stop: Kep
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