The Red Road
Posted on January 27 2015
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A tank full of gas, a mild hangover and a thermos half full of coffee and my old man and I are ready to hit the road. We are quite Close to the Vietnam border the dirt is a rich red colour and the food a little spicier. The famous Kampot Salt Fields are meant to be around here somewhere but we do not have a map. We will have to follow our noses.