We’ve taken a honeymoon trip to Krong Kep on the Southern coast of Cambodia.
We were under the impression that the ride to Kep would last three hours. We never took into account, however, that another three would be devoted to dropping off each traveler at his respective home. So we found ourselves partaking in a round of Cambodian Carpool, where our stop. was the last.
The driver was extremely amenable to his passengers, not only stopping at the home of each one, but waiting to make sure they made it in safely before continuing the journey. We watched thirty Cambodians be embraced by their families, roadside.
Furthermore, the drive established that the vuvuzela everyone’s been making such a fuss over is a symphony compared to a Cambodian bus horn playing over the melodious sounds of Cambodian pop music videos.
(Add to this trip the fact that Chloe’s stomach is currently suffering the repercussions of Khmer cuisine).
Honeymoon it is; we’re enjoying the effects of off-season traveling, and have a quasi-resort virtually all to ourselves…(though Gary and Larry are on their way).
They’re so sweet.
Contributing Writer: Chloe