Kampot
It has been raining for several days now and the temperature has not risen above 50 Fahrenheit. The sky is covered with thick blanket of clouds that don’t seem to want to go away.
This type of weather prompts me to think of one place that I have grown to love so dearly -- Kampot. Though I was born and raised in Phnom Penh, I had spent almost four of my teenage years during the Pol Pot era in that province. There is something about that territory that seems endearing to me. Perhaps because Kampot’s landscape is dotted with mountains and hills with lush, green vegetations; perhaps because within her bosom she has the ocean that bring cool breeze to a person like me.
In my opinion, there is nothing more relaxing than to stroll or to sit on one of the benches along the shore of her river; just sit there listening to the gentle sound of branches of pine trees as they sway to and fro. From this vintage point, I could see clearly the infamous Phnom Bok Kor majestically standing tall above the rest with white cloud swirling around her waist. If I close my eyes, I could have sworn I could faintly hear the sound of rushing water from a distance Teuk Chhu not so far away.
Just a short drive away from down town, I would run into a monument that bears the name of the town: Ses Sar (White Horse). Turn right and just a stone throw away the smell of freshly boiled crabs and of the mouthwatering fish sauce would lure me closer and closer to the serenity of the white sand beach. The view is breathtaking because just behind me stands yet a chain of mountains with remnant of old houses that once belonged to some people who have long been perished. Though the houses and their occupants have long gone, I could still see the elders watching their kids running up and down the hill chasing butterflies while some picked wild, colorful flowers that are so abundant there.
I could see myself sitting on my front porch, sipping a piñacolada watching waves after waves rushing to shore...
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Permalink Reply by mardizone on -
i got some kcers told me about kampot how beautiful it is...one day imma c it ma'self n if it aint beautiful...big bro ya owe me heneiken...lol
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Permalink Reply by Hang, Chumnith on -
Mardizone, you're on! I bet you will fall in love with Kampot. If not, I'll get you a keg of Heineken.
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Permalink Reply by mardizone on
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this pic not catchin ma'eye big bro....sho me somethin dat really catch ma'eye...like zey zey ya kno...lol
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Permalink Reply by Alex Krin on -
Bong, I moved to srok khmer more than one year but haven't been there. Thanks the pix and post, which remind me i need to go there soon. Any other sites in srok khmer that have such besuty? Good thing is that i am by self which I can enjoy the stay and being solitude, and enjoy the balance of the mother nature.
Thanks Bong
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Permalink Reply by mardizone on
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sounds goood n dat keg of hienken must b deliver 2kampot so i can make them kampot ppl do da la la la...lol
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Permalink Reply by tenakor on -
I just got back from there a week ago ... Kep Province is alot cleaner, nicer, more beautiful than it's used to be when I went there 4 years a go ... , but Nak laok Kdam are still da same.... standing all over da road to stop da car.....it's kinda a bit irretating ......other than that my trip there was great. I was born in PP as well ,,but I grew up and raised in Kompot... it's possibly we might know each other ..lolz ??? Anyway ..its' nice to see someone post a discussion about kompot province...Peace!
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Permalink Reply by Hang, Chumnith on
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Tenakor:
Thanks for the pictures. Were you there during Pol Pot? What district were you at?
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Permalink Reply by tenakor on
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During Pol Pot's regime , i was not yet exist lolzz, I was born not long after da war over. Yuup ..i missed all the excitements during khmer rouge, but I have no regret though ..lolz j/k
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Permalink Reply by Hang, Chumnith on
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Tenakor, you are lucky.
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