After the bustle of Phnom Penh, a few days doing absolutely nothing in Kampot is a dream.
Kampot is a sleepy, and slightly crumbling, riverside fishing town on the southern coast, just a few kilometres from the Gulf of Thailand. Maybe it’s because I grew up in a riverside town that I feel so at home here.
What do I love about Kampot? Watching the fishing fleet at dusk head out to sea for a night of fishing. The slightly dilapidated buildings. The architecture covers French colonial, Chinese shophouses, a particularly unique version of Khmer renovation and extensions, and everything seems so colourful, despite it’s crumbling appearance. The people are hands-down my favourite and everyone loves a bit of karaoke. It’s not far from Kep, a coastal town near the Vietnamese border where you can sit in a beach shack over the water and crack open the very best Kampot pepper crab caught fresh that morning, and bartered and bought by the colourful women of the Kep fish market. And it’s a lovely respite from the oppressive humidity in Phnom Penh and the heat of Siem Reap.
We’ve been to Kampot many times so these pictures aren’t all from our last trip. There are more to see over at Flickr if you like. It’s back to normal programming after this post. I’ve got THE scariest event schedule between now and Christmas but I just had to put this together. I love taking photos while we are away, probably because I’m such a visual girl, I can remember what I ate for breakfast and what dress I was wearing with each picture taken. I have so many gorgeous photos sitting in confused and mysterious folders on my computer from our trips that were supposed to be sorted through and shared. The lesson here is this, if you don’t do it as you go it will never get done! Right?!!