On the first leg of our ride, we passed through an area which appeared to be primarily populated by Muslims. We'd seen some ladies in the Kampot market wearing head coverings, but weren't aware that this part of Cambodia is also home to many people who adhere strictly to Islam and the garb of their faith. Riding past small villages, we saw women dressed completely in black robes with only their eyes showing, men and boys in white robes and caps, and a very elaborate mosque.
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| Muslim man off to the far right |
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| Mosque |
We turned off the road at a sign indicating a pepper plantation with restaurant, bar and tours, but this wasn't to be our destination. Instead, Rotha took us to a small roadside plantation where a few people sat in the shade of a small rotunda while a monk, stripped to the waist, slugged away outside, digging up some ground in the hot sun. I'm still not sure what the monk was doing or why, but it just struck me as curious.
A few steps away was a small pepper plantation, where we were fortunate to meet a young boy eager to practice his English, who explained all about pepper cultivation. We were amazed to learn that pepper plants have a vine-like growth habit, and some plants can be as old as 30 years. Pepper grows in grape-like clusters. The corns are green and hard at first, then as they mature, they form a red fruit over a large white seed, (similar to a chokecherry, I thought). We learned that black pepper is made by drying the green peppercorns, red pepper comes from dried whole red peppers, and white pepper is produced by removing the outer red fruit, and washing and drying the remaining white seed.
Kampot pepper is considered to be one of the best and most exotic in the world. During the time of the Khmer Rouge, production was halted, and all but died off. Currently, Kampot produces about 4,000 tonnes of pepper a year, and if you buy it anywhere else except Cambodia, it's pretty expensive. Check out the prices and descriptions by clicking >>> here<<<.
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| This young man knew a lot about pepper production |
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| The young pepper plants are started from cuttings from the mature plants These ones are about 3 months old The hole next to the plant is for water |
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| Nearly mature pepper plants, about 3 years old As they mature, they are watered between the rows only |
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| Can you see the clusters of green peppercorns? |
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| The peppercorns turn red |
After making or purchases, we hopped back into the tuk-tuk, again with no inkling of our next stop until we got to the salt flats. There wasn't a soul around, nobody to give us any information, so it's a good thing Gordon knew something about how salt is produced from seawater.
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| As far as the eye could see, there were square pools of water. When the tide comes in, a gate is opened to flood the pools, then it is closed to prevent the water from returning to the sea. The seawater is then evaporated by the sun and the salt is collected |
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| Salt crystals on the ground |
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| Salt crystals are dirty and mixed with sand |
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| There were many storage shacks like this one, filled with salt |
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| Mounds of salt inside the shack |
We wandered around the fields for a while, marveling in the wonders of nature, and the ingenuity of man. It would have been interesting to know what happens to the salt, how it's harvested, where it's refined and sold. That's another subject for a google seach, I suppose.
We hopped back into the tuk-tuk, with no idea where we were headed from there, until we arrived in Kep. Once a bustling seaside resort, Kep was almost entirely abandoned during the reign of the Khmer Rouge. Many buildings still lay in ruins.
We continued toward the seaside, where vendors sold their wares, mostly handmade. I bought a few trinkets and some sweet treats, all for mere pennies.
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| Along the road, a horse cart |
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| Kep Beach |
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| I dipped my toes in the Indian Ocean |
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| Buying some trinkets |
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| Twenty small packets of sticky rice for about 50 cents |
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| Yummy treat inside, still warm.... |
It was lunchtime, perfect time to head to the market for some fresh seafood.
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| All kinds of seafood for sale - fresh, salted, dried..... |
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| Gordon went for the grilled squid, but I couldn't look another fish in the eye at that point... |
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| More trinkets |
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| I settled on half a jackfruit.... |
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| And yes.... I ate the whole thing....Delicious! |
Being in Kep for such a brief period left us wishing we'd had more time to spend there, exploring or just walking on the beach, but we were watching the time, and with only a few more hours before we boarded the bus back to Siem Reap, we jumped back into the tuk-tuk, expecting to head straight back to Kampot.
We turned down a road with a sign pointing to Phnom Sosir Resort, and Rotha stopped at the foot of a long set of stairs leading to a temple. Seeing the stairs, Gordon held back, thinking his knees wouldn't take the climb, but I forged ahead. At the base of the stairs, I passed a man who followed me up. At the top, he showed me stairs that led up further to a cave shrine.
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| Stairs up to the temple - I love the soft pastels |
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| A monk contemplating in the shade |
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| As we passed this on the way to the cave, the man pointed and said 'Holy Cow'. I replied 'We have the same saying in my country'. I bet he thought I was nuts... |
At the cave entrance was a steep narrow set of steps descending into the cave. There was no handrail and the stairs seemed to drop off into nothingness. I took a few steps down, felt my knees buckling, and had to turn back. Vertigo had won. Whatever beauty was in the depth of that cave would have to wait for the next visitor.
