Cambodia had taken its toll on me. I had decimated my liver in Siem Reap and Sihanoukville, trekked through thunderstorms and been eaten alive by leeches in Chi Phat and been struck down with a terrible stomach in Koh Rong. And it seems I wasn’t the only one. The entire population of the ferry leaving the island was sat there groaning and clutching their stomachs. I guess that’s the unfortunate price to pay for visiting a paradise island where infrastructure has been unable to keep up with a massive influx of tourism.
But as we sailed away from Koh Rong and I looked back to see that beautiful island fading into the distance I couldn’t help but feel that it had all been worth it. Fighting an urge to jump into the sea and swim straight back to that perfect white sand beach, I watched until it was nothing but a speck on the horizon.
Now, whilst I’m sat in an office writing this blog in retrospect, I dream of those hot days spent relaxing on impossibly white sand and swimming in the warmest and clearest of water. Of freshly barbequed fish, sundowner cocktails and night time swimming with glowing plankton. But for now I will just have to settle for the memories, and the photos, of that beautiful place.