If Kampot was laid back, this place is barely on life support. There is no town that we can see, just a series of guest houses along the main, dusty road. Only one lane of the road is paved – the motorbikes and tuk-tuks ride in the dirt.
We are staying at the Botanica guesthouse, run by an old Frenchman and his young Cambodian wife. It is comprised of eight thatched roof cottages that are hidden from one another by lush tropical foliage and flowers. It is gorgeous.
Tomorrow we will hike!