And now it’s
time to stop being turists. Towards the end of our trip, that’s adventure what
we want.
Ko Chang,
Ko Rung, Ko Krong: we try to figure out where heading, evaluating all insect
warnings, struggling with adverse weather forecasts, trying to avoid the
ubiquitous mix of “resort-lounge-club”.So, we end
up in the “Rabbits island”, a tiny paradise in the southern part of
Cambogia, facing Vietnam. We get there
from Kep, after a night in a bungalow on a tree, a ride through durian fields and
a feast of crabs and squid .
"Hey
Nat, have you realized that you will have no internet, no computers and no
electric power for a couple of days?"
O yes,
for a couple of days I'll have to give up my pc, my faithful listener and keeper of
all my stories. But no worries: I ll come back to pen and paper and use stars as lights ...
And I
find myself on the beach, half asleep in a hammock, watching the moon, in a
silence broken only by the noisy light of two candles in the restaurant, where
a dozen of survivors are telling their stories, between pastis and Angkor Beer. I quickly join
the crowd, adding my stories to their tales, sharing my chronicles of travel and my concerns
about the future. Heart windows open to complete
strangers, we share our lives under the stars.
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