One of the hotel dogs who slept outside my room all night.
My little house at Kep Lodge, the one on the right.
A Kep crab boat seen through a restaurant.
Restaurant Row in Kep, water side.
Part of the crab boat fleet.
Crabs.
Poignant evidence remains of Pol Pot’s madness.
More evidence. I am sure these relics will be demolished soon as this region is developed.
Crab pots.
Inspecting the catch.
Preparing the catch. Mine was prepared with the local pepper. Delicious but finicky.
Restaurant Row in Kep, land side.
Back to the hotel, this is the driveway. Not exactly smooth, as I found out from the back of a motor scooter after accepting a ride.
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