I wasn’t going to blog about our holiday in Sihanouk Ville – because it was a holiday at the beach and I didn’t really want to make you all jealous. But a couple of crazy things happened that have to go on record -First, for really dodge accommodation we had to pay $15 per night instead of the usual $8 as it was Water Festival time and the place was packed out!
We spent the first weekend with Loy and really enjoyed our time swimming and snorkelling and going to waterfalls. We also were privileged to watch an awesome sunset – the sun was going down on one side while the full-moon rose on the other side – spectacular!
We then sent Loy back to Phnom Penh for uni and decided to go to Kep. This is a quiet little seaside village not far away that is a lot less touristy than Sihanoukville. To get there we took a share taxi. It was a small sedan and managed to fit 8 people – four across the back and four
across the front (yes the driver was sharing his seat with a passenger and the speedo was broken – but we won’t mention that). I had to sit backwards most of the way cos Joni and I are “tom tom” (BIG). And then when we arrived we found ourselves covered from head to foot in black stuff!!! Everyone was quite dismayed – but the driver pointed to the exhaust pipe to explain that it was broken – we were covered in exhaust fumes – LOVELY!
But this wasn’t the end of our holiday adventures by a long shot. The next day we decided to go up Bokor Mountain on a hired 250cc dirt bike. Apparently there are amazing views from the top and theirs a gorgeous ghost town. Hah! Hah! And again I say, Hah! The bitumen road had obviously started washing away decades ago. The road was full of ruts and had palm-sized rocks that slid all over the place. I fell off in the first five minutes, but we decided that we’d be okay if Joni carried the backpack. Then a few kilometres later we both ended up on the ground with the right 
hand guard and hand brake broken. So that was the end of that idea. We spent the next few hours walking down the mountain (Joni rolled the bike) then caught a van back to Sihanoukville and booked into a ‘luxury’ resort to ‘lick our wounds’.The most exciting thing about the holiday occurred when we arrived back in Sihanoukville. When we got back to our resort from dinner that night we stopped to watch two of the staff playing pool – they were pretty good. Then one of them approached us and asked if we were from Michael’s house. He said he was from LCDI and had just started working here a week before. He was really interested in continuing Bible studies and requested that we send him the course and a Khmer Bible. WOW!!! The other guy was also from LCDI. He was a bit quieter but seemed just as interested. They accosted us the next day to work out the best way for them to receive the course! So it was worth falling off the bike three times and being covered in bruises and scratches, and it was worth walking for hours – cos otherwise we’d never have stayed at that resort and never had the opportunity to meet the LCDI boys.
God works with our mistakes.
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