Cambodia - Kampot
After the adventuring in Siem Reap and the sadness and madness in Phnom Penh, Kampot was exactly the tranquility we needed before heading across to Vietnam. A tiny river village, its crumbling architecture, statued roundabouts and relaxed feel make it a very quaint place to visit. The "old bridge", shut to all traffic but scooters. Rusting away and covered in holes After another ridiculous bus journey (we need to get better at booking our transfers) we arrived in the town. Swallows screech overhead reminding me of the south of France. The sound sounded weird though, like it was being piped from speakers, but it turns out that they breed swallows in the derelict rooftop buildings which made the sound echo. The spit that swallows use to build their nests is a popular ingredient for soups and drinks throughout Asia and usually procured via a man climbing up a cliff face to retrieve the nests. This is a much safer and more efficient way of obtaining their s