23 Dec 2013
I reckon it takes about 3 weeks to settle down in a place. When we first arrived
in Kep everything seemed strange and unfamiliar and slightly scary – or at
least worrisome. What are those strange smells? Is it safe to walk along the
seafront in the dark? What creepy-crawlies are living in the roof? Am I going
to break my ankle in these potholes? Can I trust that man to tell me the truth?
Will that unusual tasting food make me ill? Worry worry anxious anxious.
Quite suddenly after a couple of weeks those fears subside
and everything feels comfortably familiar. We know every section of the path
along the seafront like the back of our hands and feel quite happy to stroll
along there in the dark, saying hello to the shadowy fishermen as we pass by.
We’ve found our favourite restaurants and cafes for breakfast, fruit shakes or
evening meals. We know where we can get a cheap beer at sunset. And we like our
little bungalow home.
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| I don't quite understand the architectural priorities of the Cambodians yet. Sometimes quite modest dwellings have massive, imperious gateways and entrances like this! Odd. |
We even went in the sea this morning! The advance press for
Kep Beach was not inviting – “a small, rather dirty, stony beach, popular with
locals but too shallow to be good for swimming”, so we were pleasantly surprised
to find it’s clean and sandy and great for swimming.
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Apparently, up until about six months ago, the road into Kep
was a beautiful, tree-lined avenue with hundreds of magnificent mature “flamboyant
trees” producing stunning red blossom in April. Then the regional authorities decided
to widen the road into this huge inexplicable six-lane highway. The avenue had
to go! But to their credit, someone somewhere decided that the trees should be
saved and although they uprooted them, they did it with care – removed the
branches, dug them up with a big rootball and replanted them further back. And
amazingly, most of the trees have survived. They look a bit odd now but they have
already started sprouting feathery leaves. Hundreds of new young trees have
also been planted and are watered with care every morning. I find this
interesting. Such care, when other areas are such a mess!
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| One of the trees that didn't make it. But you can see the rootball. |
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| This one is doing well - sending out new leaves. |
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| and here is the new road which replaced the avenue. It will recover in time but I'm not sure who they think will make use of this massive highway. |
Yesterday we ate breakfast at the crab market. It was fascinating to
watch the people at work. The crab market restaurants are a row of bamboo and
tin shacks on stilts on the seashore. You can sit over the sloshing water, drinking your coffee, watching the fisherwomen haggling over their sales. The crabs are
kept in bamboo cages in the shallows and the women wade out to sort them or
bring in samples for their customers.
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| The Crab Market in action. |
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| The crabs are stored in bamboo baskets in the shallow water. |
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| They are sorted on the shore. |
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| Then the cages are dragged back out and anchored. |
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| Buyers from local and regional restaurants come a haggle over price and quality. |
So yes, I feel thoroughly embedded in this place. Quite at home among the sights and smells, beauty and grime.
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| No live ones seen yet! |
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