The guesthouse in Sihanoukville arranged a shared taxi to Kampot. When the driver stopped a mile down the road to let someone else in he opened our door and said "four people in back". I laughed with relief when I saw the woman and her young daughter. The small girl sat on her lap and we rode on. The car dipped around the hilly town and pulled up to a guesthouse in Victory beach. A tall man and woman opened the door and the woman with her child slipped out. "Okay, in the back" said the driver. The French couple slid into the back and found that closing the door would be impossible. The woman slid to the front of her seat, between the two front seats. The woman and child sat in the middle seat in front, between the driver and a random man who fills the passenger seat in every shared taxi I have ever ridden in, though I suspect he is just along for the ride for some reason.
Our troubles were few in comparison to others who travelled Route 3 between Sihanoukville and Kampot. We frequently found ourselves behind a hatchback packed beyond limits, with the trunk open and a person or three dangling precariously from the bumper:
Crazy crazy roads.
Safely in Kampot and with an arduous trip to Bokor Hill station also in the past (which I will write more of soon) I am enjoying our current riverside retreat, Bodhi Villa. Not sure what's next or when...
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