Free…

So it was time to say farewell to lovely Kampot and hit the road again. After nearly two months on and off I’d had enough of bar work and was yearning to travel and enjoy myself again. A bit of me time was calling and that involved a beach and lazing around for a week but first it was time to visit one of my favourite places on my travels and have some fun.

Leaving Kampot was strange. I had made so many friends and I think touched people’s lives. I had been told by William that I Had “slotted in so well in the town and was respected by the people there.”

Saying goodbye was hard especially to the girls who I had worked with and also my friends Tommy and Claire who in such a short amount of time became friends and I had come to almost rely on to bring a smile to my face most days and vice versa.

Waiting around on the morning of our departure was tough. Everyone knew we were leaving but it was like the subject was being avoided until the very last minute until the taxi arrived that would lead us n our way. After Embracing hugs, shedding some tears and taking one last look around the place, I made my way into the taxi and closed the door. I couldn’t wait to leave as staring at the people I was leaving behind was so hard. The taxi driver pulled back and slowly we drove off. Luckily for me I had one of my best friends with me of which I was dutifully glad of.

The last drive by through the town was weird but as we exited Kampot it was like a weight had been lifted and we were heading for the great unknown again. Phnom Penh awaited us and a flight to the great City of Kuala Lumpur and third visit back to Malaysia for me. We were finally travelling again with our backpacks in tow. We were free…