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Now when I start a blog like this we should know by now that this destination was somewhat challenging and we will look back on it and wonder why on earth did we let Mommy talk us into this one? Now one of these properties we spent 7 nights in and it was a dump, the other one we spent two nights in and it was lovely, any ideas? Just as it looks, the one at the bottom is the lovely described Nomads Working Space. Now having seen a working space called KoHub in Thailand we were very impressed. Designed for professionals who are lucky enough to be able to work remotely. It is designed with workstations, high-speed internet, social groups, a cafe, even a video conference call meeting room. This one however was not that at all. We can work effectively and quickly……. What we got was a collection of stray animals including puppies galore, cats, dogs, two monkeys, and a blooming goose, and all of their poop around the ground floor, reception area. We quickly learned that the clientele in our accommodation was very nice, just not traveling working professionals. This was a hostel at best. They did, however, make us extremely welcome and invited us to their social evenings on the roof. Our couple of trips to the roof after the kids were bedded down was probably the most interesting conversations we have had since leaving. I simply never knew any of this stuff before heading up the stairs above our room. Let me share my new found knowledge with you. Ben then told us his plans for the next few years, he was hanging around here for a while probably until all the weed was gone. Then he was going to climb aboard his year-old motorcycle and make his way across into Vietnam, up into China, into Northern China and eventually Russia. For him, it was heaven on earth and he was going to find it come hell or high water. Now the pizza place above came highly recommended by the rooftop clients. All the pizzas come sprinkled not with parmesan cheese but with weed sprinkles. No we did not order one. We did find a couple of things to keep us sane though. The kids had a blast and we used the opportunity to kick back and think Kampot was not that bad…………. We were aware that our hostel actually arranged tours, how? Because every day we walked out of the room and through reception our lovely host reminded us of how much there was to do and the travel company he used was the only one to be trusted. So we took a chance and booked the waterfall trip with the kids, with his favorite company. The tour company he was referring to was clearly his so I knew the day was about to get a lot worse. Our driver was a nice guy but when five of you are crammed into a tuk-tuk and at 30 mph its screaming and leaning over to the right so much I had to keep looking at the back wheel. My thoughts about said wheel were right. Today was a good day. Hans or whatever his name was told us, no worries, I will fix it. It is only less than 1 kilometer from here, start walking and I will meet you there. We reached the car park though. The few stairs access to the waterfall that our host told us was actually a mountain of steps that went way out of sight as high as we could see. I was soaked in sweat so looking forward to the waterfall to cool off. Hardly any water and poor Kristi had even more frustrating thoughts when we looked into the small pool that the trickle had formed where the boys, Lara and I were about to cool off in and saw little black bugs everywhere. You have got to be kidding me! I was so hot you could fry and egg on my head and I have hair! The app that calls you a cab wherever you are and I was never so pleased to see the little cab moving on my map towards us as we were miles away. We took the sunset cruise which the boys loved, Charlie got to sit with the Captain and steer the ship and the end result was a small area where the Kampot fire flys gave us a display. Kampot is also famous for pepper. The best part of Kampot, The Burgershack. By far the single best burger Lara, Kristi and I had ever tasted. It was fantastic. So much so we went back the next day as our mouths were still watering. We got chatting to the owner, a great English guy and low and behold Lara was in heaven. Lara had to get a photo with a HP actor. Kampot was a filthy place, we never felt clean for a week so our move to Kep was a welcome sight. About 45 minutes away, by the sea that we had missed so much and home to teh famous crab market. Tiny crabs that looked more like sparrow legs than crab legs but Kristi really enjoyed getting stuck in. The hotel was lovely, Kristi and I got our own bedroom space, it was crystal clean, cheap and the food was great. We found a coffee stall and a lovely walk along the sea front and the hotel pool. We were back in civilization. Would we go back again, not a chance. But we were glad to have had the experience to see it and compare it. Skip to content. Kristi had booked us into Faulty Towers. We were told by Ben the Kiwi, when not if, but when we smoke weed for the first time one of two things will happen. Eh Ben here is a better idea, leave the stuff alone. The Holocaust was a hoax because apparently, you could open the doors from the inside. The New Zealand government, like most, allows the sale of energy drinks such as Red Bull for one reason. It keeps us awake and focused longer so that we all work longer hours and therefore earn more and in return pay more tax! Crafty beggars, I thought, could this be true? Ben was not at this point feeling ill or tired. WWlll will start in I wondered why I was so hot-blooded, thanks Ben, I now know. Happy Pizza Time Now the pizza place above came highly recommended by the rooftop clients. Next Stats Update — Feb January 25, at pm.

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The best Kep secret From bustling crab markets to ancient caves, two Canadians are eager to make themselves at home in Cambodia By Jane Mundy. Cambodia is the land of opportunity and inconvenience, as my friends from Victoria know firsthand. In , Lorian Roberts, age 50 and her husband John, 62,were part of the first organized tour to arrive in Cambodia when Siem Reap the gateway city for Angkor Wat, meaning 'City Temple' and jewel of the Khmer empire , had only one hotel and no running water. Two years later, hearing about deserted villas for sale in the south, vacated in the s, the couple returned and traversed the pot-holed road from Phnom Penh to Kep. The couple discovered many villas Kep-sur-Mer was a favourite spot in the s with Cambodian elites and royalty in decaying splendour for sale. Then John found a hillside property with a breeze and view clear to Phu Quoc island in Vietnam, 45 km south of Kep. It was love at first sight. The lengthy process was in part because they spend half the year in Canada where Lorian teaches Ikebana Japanese flower arrangement and John is a commercial fisherman. Trouble was, Lorian scaled the measurements in feet and, during her absence, the contractor interpreted feet as meters. By the time she realized the mistake, the first floor was built. Yet, even with constant supervision, the bigger house resulted in further frustration. For instance, the walls had to be primed with anti-fungi and UV protection paint, which comes only in white. We knew they were inexperienced — and so were we — but we wanted to hire locally so it was a big learning curve for all of us. So Lorian bought 10 kilograms of rags to mop up the paint-splattered floors. Sorting through the rags, she found a pink ballet tutu. The builders decided to grind, sand and polish black granite slabs intended for the bathroom counters. Thankfully, John and Lorian kept their sense of humour. Although the country is peaceful now, and warmly welcomes investors and travelers, some scars remain Within minutes, I am sipping a gin and tonic, floating in the pool just steps from their impressive terra cotta house, palm trees and a gazillion stars overhead, listening to nothing but the cicadas in the surrounding jungle. The big attraction is the crab market. Teens in western garb—jeans and t-shirts--haul crab traps ashore from nearby boats while older ladies in bright cotton shirts and matching trousers sort and sell them live, or you opt for the sweet blue crustaceans from steaming cauldrons. Six of us board a crab boat at Champey Inn near the crab market, along with three cooks, coolers stuffed with seafood, a few cases of beer, and beach furniture. The Khmer concept of an outing always involves food: whole barracuda and skewered squid hot off the grill, and a few dozen steamed crab and camembert-stuffed baguette for Lorian, a vegetarian. One night, with only two propane burners, she serves us nine dishes, including deep-fried mushrooms and banana leaf, fried ginger fish, vegetarian and beef curries, morning glory salad and curried fish soup. One of the days Oan is off, we visit the nearby Verandah resort for breakfast. With raised wooden walkways connecting private bungalows, the resort serves fresh croissants and bread baked onsite. And Kep Lodge, overlooking the ocean, offers a sinfully rich cheese fondue for dinner along with some stellar wines — hard to come by in Cambodia. Kampot is also the hub for exploring natural and historical wonders of the region. After checking into the delightful Rikitikitavi Guest House, we decide to take an evening river cruise. Just in time for happy hour we cool down with a watermelon margarita in the upstairs bar and watch the river action — fish boats heading out to sea, food vendors hawking fruit and sticky rice to Khmers out for an evening stroll. Everyone on the riverbanks waves at us furiously. The fishing fleet of about 20 lime green and orange foot vessels is heading out for the night, its occupants happily waving as Khmer hip hop drowns the sound of their engines. First thing on the agenda the next day is the Kampot market. It seems as though the entire population of Southern Cambodia is haggling, buying fish and seafood, vegetables and spices, much of it unrecognizable to the Western tourist, under one blistering hot roof. I buy a few kilos of Kampot pepper — sought after by chefs worldwide — and lots of bottled water. Although the journey to the Phnom Sorsia limestone caves are the most convenient caves to visit , in between Kep and Kampot, it's going to be long, hot and dusty, by tuk-tuk, a three-wheel auto rickshaw. If you go, spend a few extra dollars and book a car with air conditioning, and take lots of small bills — 1, riel notes are about 25 cents — to pay the throngs of kids who offer their services as tour guides. One year-old also speaks French. Before Buddhism, the Khmer kingdom was Hindu. We plan on visiting Rice Field Cave but — second mistake first mistake was the tuk-tuk — they are blistering hot by midday. Fanning ourselves on the way back, we pass a few grim-faced tourists cycling to the caves. And not before detouring to Sihanoukville and Kirirom National Park. Sadly, I have a plane to catch. Kirirom National Park is a two-hour drive from Sihanoukville. Canadian rules do not apply. Thankfully, there are several oases in this bustling metropolis. Even with air conditioning on full blast I feel as though I am having one big hot flash, but soon after checking into the Villa Paradiso in downtown Phnom Penh my body temp is back to normal. Owners Sandra and Phillip Hoffmann have converted a magnificent Khmer home, situated a few blocks from the Royal Palace, into a boutique hotel, with each room differently themed. As a tourist, if you keep an open mind and go with the flow, Cambodia is full of enchantment. Everywhere, the people are welcoming and I arrive home relaxed and stress-free. Building a house here is another story. But to Lorian and John, it was worth the battle to be able to spend half of every year in this captivating and now peaceful land. Jane Mundy.

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