Cambodian Notebook 2
This morning, a strong wind is coming from the mainland. The banana palms are flapping like windmill sails and the sea is running strongly. Overnight there were squalls of heavy rain. We could hear the sea crashing on the shingle outside and the tin roof of the big building banging to and fro. But it’s cool now and the sun is making a bright path across the water to our doorstep.
We head for breakfast, wondering what we'll get. Some of them are wonderful – we have hot and sour Thai porridge, banana pancakes, chicken and rice in rotation, but this morning it’s eggs and noodles, so I have to go on voluntary fast as I can’t eat eggs. I should have brought some biscuits for the days when there is food I don’t like or can’t eat. This is no place for a fussy eater. You’d be ok if you were gluten or dairy free since there’s no wheat flour and no dairy products, but egg is everywhere.
|Cambodian 'long-tail' boats moored on the island|
And it’s not long before something kicks off. The lights of a fishing boat are spotted well within the conservation area and the shout goes up for a crew to take the boat out. We can hear voices off-shore and see the lights of the conservation vessel and the fishing boat. Soon, they are both chugging up to the jetty to tie up.
|A lot of talking going on|
|A mature needle fish more than a metre long|