Nataya

We got another flight to move locations, this time flying cambodian air. We arrived without incident and were picked up for our 110km journey to our accommodation. The transport sent by the resort was interesting, actually it was a shit box car that we couldn't even fit our luggage into. And after charging me a huge amount for the trip in a car which was full of rust, cracked window from top to bottom and the driver who I think had never driven before - all made for an interesting trip with a few white knuckle moments.

The resort was the most expensive accommodation we have had on this trip and was booked as a treat for the end of the trip. Being our only time near the beach in Cambodia it had a lovely view out to the village's fishing boats and beyond Phu Quoc Island which is Vietnamese.
The pool is lovely and occupied most of our time here. We played the odd game of Pétanque and kicked around the football. The only other activity has been lizard hunting which day and night is a great source of excitement with the odd frog thrown in for good measure.

Dinner on the beach with the 300 metre pier in the background

Bellie enjoys the outdoor bath

The pool

A fiercely competitive game of pétanque

Crab Amok - yum

Out of our 4 nights we made one trip into the town of Kampot. We visted the place that Gary and family stayed at and had a quick look around before heading back in another tuk tuk.

Check out the clearance height of the bridge. Not much higher than Holly

Other than that there should have been nothing else to report but ....... we managed to avoid having a boring time and had a couple of interesting moments

The first was completely harmless and a little comical.
One morning at breakfast one of the managers came to us and told us not to panic or be worried if we saw groups of men with guns hanging around as well as police and some military personal. I of course asked why but he would only tell me they were expecting some important people. So all day we watched as bodyguards roamed around looking as confused as us. Towards the end of the day a band arrived which we were told was as per the special guest's request. Thinking it would be U2 or 1 direction I was a little disappointed to see 3 old dudes who looked like they started ZZ Top. I had a chat to them and they revealed the mystery guests.....the police commissioner and/or the prime minister. The band had been summoned 2 days prior from Thailand, told they had to be there. They didn't seem particularly excited by the prospect but more out of obligation. One guy was Canadian and another French but both looked like they were locals now after many years of cruising around these parts of the world. They played on and off for a few hours with no guests in sight which worked well for Holly, Toby and Bella who got up and showed some of the moves their Mum has taught them. The night didn't seem to end up to be much and in the morning the VIPs had left at 5.30am. The manager said the night went well even if the PM had brought his own food!

The other "event" was a early wake up one morning at 4.30am. Rach woke first to a loud crackling noises from the corner of the room. Loud enough to wake us both, we dreaded what it was we were going to find, thinking and intruder or large animal was rustling around. Once her eyes were open though Rach smelt the strong aroma of burning plastic. Grabbing the torch she pointed it in the direction of the noise for us to see rather a lot of smoke. Getting closer we saw the 4 point multiplug we had brought with us to charge our electronics was about to catch fire. Rach pulled it from the wall and we got the smouldering, melted power box outside. The damage was obvious and it must have been only seconds away from catching fire. It had also burnt a hole in the desk it was on. Even with the surge protector the many power cuts and surges had nearly caused a fire in our wooden room and with no smoke alarms we shuddered thinking of the possible outcomes. We both stayed awake the rest of the night and ended up being moved from the room as the smell of burning plastic wouldn't go away and for peace of mind. Some days you certainly feel lucky

So that was our time on the beach
Swimming, playing games, chillaxing and having some quiet family time.

Our favourite waiter Soan Sem