Sailing in the Gulf of Thailand
There is a lovely place called Otres Beach near Sihanoukville in Cambodia.
Pictures!! 😊
I went sailing! I was going to get sailing lessons, from a guy named Micky, but when I got there, he told me the water/wind were too dangerous for me to go out on my own. So, he took me out instead! First, on the smaller catamaran… the trip went something like this: Micky: “Don’t worry, we won’t capsize.” (five minutes later) “As long as the boat doesn’t nose-dive, we’ll be okay.” (five minutes later) “You’re safe as long as you’re with me.” (five minutes later) “If we capsize, just don’t panic. These are easy to flip back over.“😧😳
Wellll, we didn’t capsize – whew! And we went back and did another trip around the island in the biggest catamaran with two large Norweigans who helped weigh us down 😊
Micky was awesome. Wish I was here another day to go sailing more and to try it alone. Too bad I don’t have a Go-Pro, to get pictures!
pretty even when it’s overcast for a few minutes:)
otres beach
sunset over the water, from van
everything market – sihanoukville
Regulator 2-6, ouuuuttttttt!
Next up: Strangest Christmas Day Ever…??
Rivers & Roads
Kampot (my favorite)
It’s small, on the river, relatively quiet, has cute little buildings… I love it. Inspired by the Head & the Heart ::
Rivers ::
boats on kampot river
houses on the river
view from restaurant
view from restaurant
monks @ wat treuy koh
kampot river – away from town
kampot river dock – right before I got yelled at
I was swimming off of this dock, and I didn’t realize it (b/c there were other people there when I arrived), but it was actually a private dock for the employees of a guesthouse there. I didn’t know! So a lady who worked there told me this and asked me to leave. I apologized and got out of the water to leave. As I’m getting dressed, this angry Frenchman comes over, “Excuse me! What are you doing here?! This is my property!” Me: “I’m leaving, I didn’t know.” Frenchie: “Oh, you didn’t know?? There is a sign! It says ‘staff only’! This is my guesthouse!” Me: “I didn’t see the sign, it was an honest mistake. I’ll never stay here b/c you’re a jerk, so I don’t really care.” Frenchie: “Oh, you didn’t see it? Here, look at it!” Me (walking past him): “I don’t need to see any sign. I’m leaving. You’re a jerk.” Frenchie (trying to get of front of me to make me stop and look at the sign): “OH, I’m a jerk?! This is my property! You can’t be here!” Me: “Okay, bye dick.” (and I drove away on my bicycle😆).
I mean, seriously. But, for all of this time traveling, it’s a pretty good record that I got by this long without having a run-in with someone like him already! His place is called the Greenhouse. Please never stay there when you are visiting Kampot, Cambodia😂.
Roads ::
today’s tuk-tuk:)
It costs $1/day to rent a bicycle. I had such a fun ride to the countryside! 5 miles each way = my butt is sore today:) My bike ride ::
bike ride
Other stuff ::
There is a durian obsession here.
durian tree (paula)
durian-flavored ice cream (👎🏼)
durian STATUE in middle of roundabout!
Buddhist temple.
wat treuy koh
sleepy buddha
buddha
pano
at temple
paintings
at temple
Kampot @ night.
rikitikitavi
cute street
? i’m not sure what this is, but I like the sign:)
Next up: Beach (Gulf of Thailand), and I have a special, non-traditional Christmas planned😄
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