Kampot / Kep

Kampot Cambodia is where you go if you want to escape. If I came here in my early twenties, I may have never left. You could find my now working the bar at a hostel with dreadlocks, a deep tan and a weird hybrid Midwest mixed with Australian accent. I'd probably call you "mate." Ah, what could have been.

I am content to just pass through. It's beautiful, but completely stuck in time. And it seems easy to get stuck yourself judging on the amount of expat bars and restaurants that run along the river.

National Beer, National Pride. And dumplings.

Cant go wrong with noodle soup in Asia.

Oh Neil... Yes, even in Cambodia one can find a pint of Guinness. 

They see me rollin, I might be breaking. 

Another sleepy river you can take a sunset cruise on.

This is the bench where you contemplate life, your choices, and how the hell you ended up in Kampot.

Cambodia's warning signs are freakin adorable. Beware the Choo choooooo train.

Budget Airbnb. Nice breeze, lots of light.

This is the hostel we are currently staying at. It's full of young traveling folk. And it smartly caters to that demographic with a kickass rooftop bar area. We've been spending lots of time up there chatting with fellow travelers, watching sunsets, and putting together blog posts.

This is my current ride. It's orange, fast, and luxuriously smooth. Officially the nicest motorbike I've ridden in Asia. It took my to Kep which is a very relaxing seaside town that specialized in catching and cooking crab. Also kitschy sculpture.

This crab was pretty darn tasty. It was made with the local green peppercorns, and a lot of butter.

On the way to and from Kep we passed through these expansive salt fields. They were very desolate and beautiful.

This is Keith. His bike is cooler than mine.

Yo Keith, if you ever have kids, you can show them these pictures to prove that you were cool back in the day.

The fields are dotted with these rickety old barns that are full of salt.