Named after the ruling prince of Cambodia, it spawned the first Angkor brewery but more importantly boasts 8 stunning beaches. We gravitated towards the quietest and serenist, Otres, a 4-km stretch of soft white sand lined with basic bungalows to 5-star resorts.
Red and white cabanas called our names, suiting round beds and mosquito nets, surrounded by a plethora of comfy spots to collapse.
The romantic retreat seduced us to stay for a few lazy days, accomplishing absolutely nothing other than swimming, hammock hanging and significant coconut water consumption.
The days were hot and the nights were hotter, reminding us that Cambodian summers are unlike anything you'd ever expect. It's southern islands are also unexpected; numerous yet deserted. While their Thai counterparts heave beneath the weight of identikit bungalows, dreadlocked revellers and full moon parties, the 60 plus islands that dot the southern coast of Cambodia have been largely ignored... until now. Hermetically sealed during the Khmer Rouge reign and resultant years of turmoil, the islands are now accessible to intrepid wayfarers longing to lay down a towel on their own private paradise.
Meandering along the 'Otres strip' one night, Wes and I spotted a bar named Blame Canada. We didn't think twice about entering, how could we? After a few Angkor drafts with the Bohemian bartender, he randomly raved about his friend Liams' gig on Ko Ta Kiev. We couldn't think of a better way to wrap up our Cambodian experience, so he gave him a call. The next thing we knew we were sailing through the Gulf of Thailand, again, except this time on a private charter.
After passing several idyllic islands, our captain carefully navigated through a large coral reef and landed on an empty beach backed by nothing but jungle. Its preserved, pristine wilderness is inhabited by over 150 bird species but only 4 humans: an Australian campsite owner, his wife/chef and her brothers/fishermen. With not more than a scattering of tents, some humble grass-roofed huts and no electricity or running water, it's the ultimate jungle camp experience. There is no other place that gives you that sense of shipwrecked escapism, hence its nickname Crusoe Island. With our tent literally two feet from the high tide line, we dozed each night and woke each morning to the sound of waves lapping the sand.
With a beautiful sandy beach running the length of the island, trekking paths snaking through the jungle and a coral reef perfect for snorkeling and fishing, there was never a shortage of things to do...
| Professional spear fisher |
we came face-to-face with leopard-printed fish and paddled through flying fish,
we pet carnivorous hornbills that had been rescued from poachers,
we laughed at paranoid schizophrenic crabs,
we gawked at stunning sunsets,
and we ate mouth-watering meals featuring the freshest seafood you can get,
prepared by Liam's wife, Vanna, shortly after being caught by her brothers. We named it, she created it... in her own Cambodian way of course. We were sad to leave Kiev for so many reasons, but we had to make time to indulge in 50 cent draft beers on Serendipity Beach before leaving the country.
| View through one of many $2 Ray-Bans purchased (a must) |
It, and I mean all of it, doesn't get any better! After visiting so many getaways in Southeast Asia, I can confidently rank Southern Cambodia as amazing as Southern Thailand... and that's a lot to say after having lived in Thailand for 4 months! But we were headed back to the country where it all began, to the country that sprouted our love for this spectacular part of the world. Bangkok would be busy, a drastic change of pace, but we'd be in and out in 30 hours. Home wasn't far away, but there was still one more bus ride left... of 20 in the past 6 months. Coincidentally enough, it dragged on for 20 semi-conscious hours...
... stay tuned for the final frontier)











