From the Island…

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We travelled over and through the stunning Cardamon Mountains for 3.5 hours… from Sihanoukville to Koh Kong. We played something like 20 hands of Uno as the bus lurched over the mountains, through blind corners in excess of 60 kph, horn honking every few seconds.

We stopped in a rural bus station, which was so clean and so yummy. The boy purchased a cup of freshly squeezed cane juice on ice for something ridiculous like Australian 25 cents. It was bright tasting, kind of like sunshine. We perused the tasty wares, but he settled on more pringlesque chips, we spotted them in a specialty store the other day and he gleefully pointed them out. Asia memories have quickly become associated with food for him.

We arrived in Koh Kong to a dusty, red soiled shed. Motorbike drivers and a lone tuk tuk were awaiting our arrival. I snagged the Tuk Tuk, quickly purchasing a few gifts at a stall (the only time there was a massive language barrier, but we got through). I’d sorted our accommodation previously and off we choofed!

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To this little piece of paradise. That’s the boy setting the chess board up in the shadow of the cardamon mountains. Strangely, the mosquitoes weren’t as bad as I imagined they could be. We got in to Koh Kong at about 1pm and just lounged in the bungalow… watching TV, reading books, conversing with other travellers. It was down time at its best. There was one more fabulous thing…ImageWe spent a lot of time here!

When we woke up in the morning, we swam, had a leisurely breakfast and then caught the Tuk Tuk to the border where we entered Thailand.

Koh Kong has certainly captured my imagination, though. I’d really like to do a hike through Chi Phat and possibly stay at 4 rivers next time we pass through. The boy just wants to go back to this place, impossibly perfect and the most wonderful place to reflect on an incredible week in Cambodia.

I didn’t take many photos in Cambodia, just because it felt like the country hadn’t made the beds before company arrived… I want to go back. The boy wants to go back and that was the aim of this trip, to get the boy excited about travelling. Mission accomplished!

 

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Wanderings

For a week of December, my partner’s family and I retreated (advanced?) to the beach at Peregian. We stayed in my Godson’s mother’s Aunt’s apartment for a delicious week of beautiful weather, barbecues on the deck and the beach… the beach.

I have a nephew, well technically the spouse does, who lives in Germany for 17 months out of 18 and getting to know him a little bit better was high on our list of priorities. I’m waving a big hello to my German sister in law as I write this, too, as I know she’ll be peeking in and remembering sunshine as they’re celebrating a cold German Christmas!!!!

 

 

 

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Pretty much the only photo I got of my mother in law’s two baby boys together!

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We also left our beach to, you guessed, go to another beach:

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And eat icecream. This is the boy after devouring a take home pack of ice cream with his parents… The take home pack is so much more financially responsible for the 3 of us!!!! The boy picked this hat, by the way. It was $5 from K-Mart and it has been in the water and changed shape considerably, yet he still loves it. He bought his favourite type of sunglasses this week, aviators (duh), and looks absolutely dashing in the combination of hat + glasses. Little Man is growing up ridiculously quickly.

 

How deep is your black and white? {An afternoon on the beach}

These are the last of the beach photos… fo’ shure. 

Taken using Kodak 400 TMY-2, aka non C-41 Black and white. 

First things, when at the beach for an afternoon, you need supplies. In this bag were afternoon snacks, yes that is my hat and yes I loved this book:

 

 

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The beach:

 

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The double exposure was accidental as I got hit by a freakish wave and still had a finger on the shutter. In my haste to save the camera and put it up as high as I could, I hit the shutter. 

In the move to film I am learning how stressful it is to not be able to see your images, to be more conservative in the way I shoot and to be more patient. Sadly, I wanted to get rid of the holga (originally it was purchased for a friend)… yet I love the depth of this black and white. I’m not so sure now…

I have a fridge full of film (Ilford 400, Kodax 400 TX and Fuji Velvia)… an awesome camera and a beautiful 50mm lens… I am so excited by these big brave steps! Fingers crossed that the next film has something exciting on it!

 

The rest of our Coast trip

Ice-cream is essential for any beach trip:

I live with these two expressions on a daily basis. Please note the dimples that allow him everything he wants:

The beach, the beach, the beach. It was rough… I was rarely ever dressed properly for it! On the first day we were walking along the beach to get to the heart of Surfers and got sidelined by the water… hence me getting surprised by the waves. I took the Holga to the beach, too… I have to process that film!

We went for derby. Our league was defeated by a wee bit… still good fun, though:

And we had breakfast at a fave cafe, spent much time at timezone (really! I have the high score on two games of this bang the crocodile on the head game. Much goodness.), I bought another vintage dress and lazed about. Super fun.