One day, we wanted to go to the neighboring beach for lunch, but the local taxi mafia offered only a $10 per person motorcycle service. Or a tuk-tuk for 30 euros. Since the 5-kilometer shortcut is in such terrible condition and more like a small mountain trail, it can only be navigated by a motorcycle, and taking a tuk-tuk would mean driving along paved roads, making a detour around half the island. We decided to eat on our own beach.
Today, we finally went for the postponed daytrip plan, and for 15 dollars, we got a motorcycle and fuel for the entire day.
We started from a nearby fishing village covered in all sorts of green lifestyle propaganda posters, which, in turn, were drowning in garbage. Unfortunately, we also got to see where the locally sourced fish ends up from on our plates. For those interested, it involves plastic cups, green algae-covered plastic bags, and further similar items.
Next, we drove to Pagoda Beach, where we unsuccessfully tried to access a supposedly very beautiful Khmer temple. Since the forest path next to the temple was so overgrown that the trees formed a Chinese wall on both sides, we couldn't break through, and the religious institution remained unvisited. The country's official motto "Religion. Nation. King" is probably intended only for locals. Tourists can explore religion elsewhere.
We also strolled through a mangrove forest, where they clearly thought about tourists and Instagrammers, and the path was lined with heart-shaped backgrounds, Koh Rong picture frames, and swings. Some paths were painted in rainbow colors.
For lunch, we reached Sok San fishing village, where the water was crystal clear turquoise, and the beach lined with cheap bungalows. There, I was reminded of the Khmer's favorite attire - pajamas. Since our beach is mostly resorts, the locals there generally wear uniforms. In this fishing village, catering more to backpackers, locals like the small shopkeepers and restaurant owners wear clothes according to their preference. And the preference seems to be pajamas. For example, a lightweight pajama with a furry hat, probably well-suited to the climate. We had lunch and headed to the waterfalls. It turned out that in March, you need to bring your own water to see the waterfalls. Not a drop moved down the mountain. The village itself was actually very pleasant, plenty of eateries, and, as already mentioned, a beautiful beach.
The last stop was planned at Koh Toch, our neighboring beach less than 5km away, but to get there, you have to make a 20km detour. Pure backpacker paradise - one pub, bar, and restaurant after another, cheap accommodations, beach right at the doorstep, and a party 24/7. However, it also has the island's largest port and absolutely the dirtiest beach we saw on the whole island.
We looked at that path again (marked as "horrible road" on the map), which should lead us straight to our backyard, but the survival instinct was greater than the desire to quickly get back to our resort, and so, 20km later, we turned into the parking lot.
For tonight, I booked myself a massage because these resort beds are somewhat like platforms without mattresses.
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