It’s been a year since the famous king died in Cambodia, and on this day, everyone takes time off of work to reflect, relax, and, well, adventure. Boramy and I visited Koah Anlong Chen, an island south of Phnom Penh by about 20k. It was probably one of the most jam-packed adventures I’d had up to this point. So many serendipitous occurrences kept us on our toes. For example: at breakfast I ran into the first tuk-tuk driver who had ever driven me anywhere, Nang, and he recognized me. Then I saw my friend Vutha who works at ODC, since we passed by his house. And he waved us in and we hung out there for a bit. There were three very strange, disturbed individuals we met too. Everything was a bit surreal. Let’s begin with the journey down through Kandall and Ta Khmao.
The following are images on the island:
We played volleyball with these guys:
A creepy French-speaking Khmer dude who wouldn’t leave us alone: