Kep is very close to the border with Vietnam. On the way to the border is a beautiful ride through idyllic countryside. Folks in these parts wear nón lá , the famous conical hat of Vietnam, so it almost feels like like I have already crossed the border. Groups of Westerners on bicycles were also enjoying the ride through the peaceful fields. Arguably, they were enjoining it more than me, since motorbikes make so much noise. But at least I could effortlessly cover more distance.
My goal was to visit Angkoul Beach. It was really hard to find, and Google Maps did not help here. I ended up at the border station. Turning back, I went slow and followed the written directions on my tourist map to turn down a dirt road with an arch past a lone hill.
I eventually found it, and the road took me past salt fields. It went around hills and through small villages, and eventually deposited me on Angkoul Beach.
Angkoul Beach certainly was less visited that the main beach in Kep. There were only a few shelters, and only a few Cambodian families relaxing in them. The beach is used for fishing. There is a village, and many fishing boats were parked there.
I don’t know if it was due to the fishermen and their families, or visiting Cambodians, but the beach was not clean. There was a lot of plastic garbage laying around. This is a problem throughout Cambodia, and all of South East Asia. People don’t understand that you should not throw plastic on the ground. It often makes photography difficult, because I have to try to frame shots with the least amount of garbage, or digitally remove it. But I did my best.
After relaxing in a shelter for a few hours, I rode back to Kep for more cheap seafood. My time in Cambodia had drawn to an close. Tomorrow I would return to Vietnam.