Kampot - part the second

The great visa hunt concluded it was back to hang with some friends I'd made in Kep andKampot. Its been a bit of to-ing and fro-ing from Phnom Penh but who am I to pass up great company? There was much Beer Lao drunk (I prefer it over the local stuff Ankor and Anchor - and as for the stout they call Black Panther, well lets just say the people at Guiness have nothing to worry about!). More lazy times with BLTs to sustain me. I did manage to get on a bicycle for the first time on this trip. I circumnavigated Kampot from the old train station, across the new bridge, down to the big wat and the spot where the fishing boats dock and back over the rickety old bridge. Rumour is that in the near future the old train line from Phnom Phenh to Shianokville via Kampot will reopen for passengers. I'd love to ride the rails in Cambodia when the time comes. That said its easy to get around on the buses (Blakey) and the roads are good. But it was time to say goodbye and head back to the big smoke for a cooking class - finally (the class not the goodbyes).