This morning we got ourselves prepared for a little exploration of rural Cambodia. We headed down to the river to catch a ferry to the island of Koh Trong.
We decided against using bikes for the 9km circuit and headed off on foot. A very good move! It had rained in the night and the whole path was one giant mud bath! Virtually impossible by bike.
The island was wonderful. So many beautiful things to see. There were ox pulling carts, a Vietnamese fishing village, many rural homes with cows and chickens, and really friendly people. We saw a little hut with a sign outside advertising coffee (spelt wrongly of course). So we thought it would be nice to spend a little money with the locals and ordered 2 cups. A few minutes later the friendly owner appeared with 2 great looking glasses full with coffee ... iced coffee! Being a little cautions with ice (river water?), we chose to pay up and leave.
A relaxing afternoon was spent watching the rain, the first they have seen for a month apparently.
In the evening we enjoyed dinner at a French owned restaurant and sat watching a street seller doing a roaring trade in corn on the cob. He was the busiest stall by miles, so we thought we have got to try it! But, as we handed over the money he walked to another stall and took a sweetcorn from his friend. It appears he'd sold out!
We decided against using bikes for the 9km circuit and headed off on foot. A very good move! It had rained in the night and the whole path was one giant mud bath! Virtually impossible by bike.
The island was wonderful. So many beautiful things to see. There were ox pulling carts, a Vietnamese fishing village, many rural homes with cows and chickens, and really friendly people. We saw a little hut with a sign outside advertising coffee (spelt wrongly of course). So we thought it would be nice to spend a little money with the locals and ordered 2 cups. A few minutes later the friendly owner appeared with 2 great looking glasses full with coffee ... iced coffee! Being a little cautions with ice (river water?), we chose to pay up and leave.
A relaxing afternoon was spent watching the rain, the first they have seen for a month apparently.
In the evening we enjoyed dinner at a French owned restaurant and sat watching a street seller doing a roaring trade in corn on the cob. He was the busiest stall by miles, so we thought we have got to try it! But, as we handed over the money he walked to another stall and took a sweetcorn from his friend. It appears he'd sold out!
