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Wednesday to Kampot

Hello Kampot!

Kampot 2023

This was back in 2023 when we visited and got to see my friend Jason. I think it was our last time there. Looking forward this time to eating some good pasta but we won’t be doing a few days in Kep this time.

Tried this a few other times but this time seems like it’s going to work. Not really a lot to do there. We’ve done the touristy things there a few times. Mostly it’s going to just go. It’s been over a year since we have gone. This time December 17 to 20.

It’s a little bit of the going which is a morning minivan to Phnom Penh and then an early afternoon ride to Kampot. It will take as long as it does. There’s no point in computing time or distance since it just doesn’t matter. We don’t do sleeper buses since we did them to Sihanoukville. Horrible experience and the whole sleeper in front of the bus name is a misnomer. There was no sleep.

I booked a room at Suorsdei Sawadee hotel. This is a place we have never stayed in downtown. Got a good discount on booking.com so I feel good about that. It also has an elevator. I don’t mind stairs but someone else does 😃. Not far from the hotel is the restaurant my wife’s family has. We will go for a somewhat belated birthday thing. They want me to have their seafood pasta. The food is all good there.

There’s many nice places to go there but most often I do the coffee thing at some local spot I find. My wife loves Khmer soup for breakfast. So we go do that somewhere. Most often then she goes her way to some local market to visit and talk. I don’t do well with those things so I just go find a walk and coffee.

Then I walk for a few days. Do nothing somewhere else. Used to be we would go see Jason there but like I wrote recently he’s been gone almost two years. I guess I don’t know many barang people. Probably better off not knowing many of them.

Now coffee and writing

The coffee shop busy with Khmer guys this morning. It’s a small place. Few tables and the coffee goes for $1.25. So I just sit here until whenever I am not sitting here. I was going to do coffee with someone here tomorrow but at first thought family was coming to get away from the border crap. Seriously Thailand why do you do all the stuff you do. I think you all love war and your wonderful war toys. I’ll never go back. That’s my vestige of news here.

Now I slowly sip. It’s an art form. Making coffee last until I’m done. Writing this too. Still pondering on whether this is it or if I will try moving again. Sometimes I’d like an easier path than GitHub and Netlify. Then I think what I give up. Ownership and ease. All the pieces are in my control now. I can write or delete. Continue or stop. There’s no database or web editor or things between that I don’t like.

Coffee is slow. I already wrote this morning but sitting here feel like tempting the fates and doing it again. Maybe I will finish this later today and sent it along to GitHub’s tender mercies. I dunno.

I never know really what I will do. Don’t even know which way I will walk. Turn left. Cross big road. Take a step.

finals

Yeah. That’s the point I’m at. Finals. The coffee keeps me here. I’ve been a slow drinker. Sometimes a slow writer. I could just keep this until tomorrow and do the old Doors lyric.

See which way the wind blow

Source: Doors, LA Woman

Not exactly what that song dredges up in some old conduits of memory. I’ll go back to my coffee. Maybe some writing. Maybe more here. I never really know.

Getting home after this really nice walk. I had felt kinda tired and old this morning but I’ve learned to just listen a little to what my body says. Today it said “just walk”. So I did. Now home and doing some home things. I do the laundry around the house and often change sheets on the bed. My job I guess. It’s not terribly difficult. Rest of the day I can listen to this wonderful Persian History sleep story. One of my favorite historic figures is Cyrus the Great. He did some things and he was great.

Now I’m idling and thinking I will jut wait and add a bit more tomorrow. Kinda be inclusive. Or I could just write again tomorrow. It never really matters. Everything blends together anyways. I think gonna write again tomorrow. Just because I can.