Kampot. A gem of a little trocadero nestled in the southwest corner of Cambodia. When I arrived on Sunday, it was the heat of the day, and the town appeared to be asleep, with dust the only thing stirring in the high sun of the afternoon. Today was a trip to Kep on rented motorbikes, two on one, and one on the other. The highway was more like a country road, mostly gravel and dirt with a strip of asphalt running down the center. In town was a little apron of sand which beckoned with its greenish water and we joyfully acquiesced. From there we saw a statue of seated woman and headed up the island to find the crab market, which we found later, but not before going in the opposite direction first, and then to find only the worst sign, possibly ever, which marked the departure and arrival departments of the local Rabbit Island tourism industry. Upon finding the crab market, we messied ourselves with grilled local crab before I bought some local pepper to send back to my sister. Maybe 20km later, we were back in Kampot, an easy, breezy ride which was made just a little simpler with a scarf over the nose and mouth.