Otres Beach – Stung Hav = 35km
Well we can say we weren’t sad to be leaving Otres and the feral hippies and backpackers that were hanging out there. We didn’t really fit in having no tattoos, no dreads, not smoking ciggies or lounging around smoking pot. Oh and even though we are roughing it we still have a shower twice a day, wash our clothes and wear deodorant.
So farewell to OhTrash…….and 10km down the road it’s big brother Sihnoukville aka “Shitsville”, or Chinaville it is apparently referred to. The magnitude of construction is mind blowing and the Chinese presence is huge. The rubbish is shocking, roads atrocious and Betty and Nancy bounced their way from pothole to pothole, proving a city can still provide Mt biking terrain.
Once we navigated our way through Sihnoukville we were pleasantly surprised and had what has possibly been out most enjoyable morning of riding. A delight to be off the beaten path again and greeted with friendly smiles, waves and hellos.
Lovely short day riding on quiet roads, undulating terrain and we arrive at the tiny, sleepy village of Stung Hav to be told the Guesthouse was full. Panic time but he points to another down the road which looks like it is actually closed. However we score a dirty room for the night but a beds a bed and we have a big day tomorrow.
Explored the village……
And look what we find.
One extreme to the other as across the road from coffee shop.
So one night here before a big day tomorrow. We are starting to hit the wild west remoteness of Cambodia, making our way to the Thai border.