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Kratie

The bus trip to Kratie was long like any other in Cambodia but I had the luxury of the five back seats to myself.

Kratie is a town on the banks of the Mekong. The Mekong is one of those rivers that remind you of just how small the Murray River is. In some places you can barely make out the details on the other side.

Not much to do in Kratie but watch the river, the sunset and the occasional lightning storm pass by. You could also sit in the guest house uncomfortably amused at the Kiwi guy who runs the place coming to grips with the fact that his retirement will be spent dealing with Khmer staff that were never quite sure what he was trying to say. It had a weird 'at a mates place and his parents are arguing' kind of vibe to it. Still the workers weren't paid, just meals and board, so he probably deserved all the hassle he got.

Hired a moto and followed the river north for the day. Stopped at few villages, a few temples, and Kampi to catch a boat to try to catch a glimpse of the Irrawaddy Dolphins. Saw dolphins. Made it back just in time to miss a storm, watch the river go by, the sunset and a lightning storm.
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