17/04/13
Today I said goodbye to the Currys, but it wasn't before I had been given a tour of the OMF office by Alastair, where he and Juliet work most the time, they both lecture once a week at the university. I caught a tuktuk to the central market and wandered around until I found my bus. On the bus I got chatting to an Israeli who was travelling to the next town, Kampot. He moved to the front after a while because he had had enough of the locals behind us, they were extremely noisy, including an hour where one of their children played very loud music from a phone, including multiple repeats of Gangnam Style, one of the worlds most annoying songs. The road itself was very much like a clay tennis court, apart from it wasn't flat, it had lots of big puddles, there was no net, there were no tram lines, or any other road markings for that matter and there certainly wasn't a man sitting in a highchair at the edge of the road either but apart from that they're two peas in a pod. We finally arrived in Kep (pronounced Guype), I started asking around for a cheap place to stay and after a while this french guy comes up to me and shows me a couple of pictures of his place, a seriously nice wooded beach house, 20m from the beach and he could offer me a bed for $2, it didn't take me long to agree, now I am here I can happily say that it is in my top 5 places to stay, along with my own bed and a certain field in North Wales. It is so chilled too, I like it a lot.
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