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| I looked so weird my first morning in Kampot. No more beachin', no more German friend, just flyin' solo. |
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| Expat. |
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| View of Bokor mountain (and national park) over the Teuk Chhou River. |
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| French architecture. |
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| They asked me to take their photo. |
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| He yelled at me from afar to take his photo. |
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| Mmmm fried banana. |
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| This town used to be for the French elite, then the Khmer elite, then the Khmer Rouge came and killed everyone. Not too long ago (5 years) Kampot was a ghost town. It is so beautiful though, and expats and Cambodians are living in this pretty town again. |
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| Broken down former Market Building |
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| French influence |
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| Sure, why not have a huge durian sculpture in the middle of town. |
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| 3 men, two motorbikes. What are they doing? Watching a volleyball game. Cambodians <3 volleyball. |
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| Bokor at night. |
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| I met Rebecca! |
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| Riding on a motorbike like a local. You need something to cover the dust from suffocating your lungs! |
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| One of my 5 kid tour guides to Phnom Chhnork Temple |
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| Phnom Chhnork Temple |
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| Saren and I |
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| Oh, Alaska...in Cambodia. |
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