The route : from beachside cabana to beach to beach bar and back
After a gruelling 2 whole days back on the bike, we decided we deserved another rest day. Or two. Or three. Friends who had been to Cambodia had raved about a place called Lazy Beach, a “private tropical hideaway” on Koh Rong Saloem, an island a couple of hours boat ride from Sihanoukville (http://lazybeachcambodia.com/Home.html).
Sihanoukville had it’s attractions, especially for 18 year old gappers keen to drink as many buckets of cocktails as possible, and the offer of getting tattooed, waxed, get our laundry done, and get legal advice all in the same office-cum-laundrette-cum beauty parlour was seriously tempting, but luckily for Andy, I managed to drag him onto a leaving boat before he splashed out on an eyebrow ring, dolphin tattoo and decree nisi*.
We swiftly left the seedy chaos of Sihanoukville behind, and breathed a sigh of relief as the boat pulled into our destination – a deserted island with white sand and palm trees and just 14 beach shacks scattered across it. Having snorkelled, kayaked, watched the sunset over cocktails a la hammock, and eaten a ridiculous amount of barbecued fish, we swiftly decided it would be prudent to extend our stay to 3 nights.
The rest of the time passed in a blissful haze: not wanting to depress those of you back in the UK too much I won’t go into detail, suffice to say it involved a lot of hammock swinging, fish, dolphin and bird spotting, child taming, and late night red wine drinking and pontificating with a crowd of fellow castaways. After 3 nights, there was serious danger that we were going to become like most of the staff, who had travelled to the resort on holiday, and then, as they called it “got stuck” and ended up working there for months,and in most cases years. It was time to leave. We bid a sad farewell, and headed back to Sihanoukville. Luckily the pain of departure was numbed somewhat by a beachside lunch of grilled seafood and freshly squeezed watermelon juice on a quieter sihanoukville beach, and our neglected tandem looked pleased to see us, if a bit cross at the abandonment.
* You can thank me later Mariola