Breakfast was a treat. everyone stared at us like they were thinking, "what the hell are you doing way out here?". That is when you know you are way off the tourist trail. We ordered from a guy that shook his head back and forth when we asked if they had menus. Ok, try folding your hands like a book then ask " menu". Nope, still the head shake. "No menus? Uhhhhhh....... He said in heavy acent..."chicken or soup" as he pointed to a huge plate of fried chicken thighs pass by. Then he shruged. "Eggs?" ...pause.... and a yes head nod. I guess if you have chickens back there, you have eggs. The next surprise was the coffee. Khmer coffee which i guess when you are out in the sticks is what you get when you order coffee. A thick brew that when you add even a cup of cream stays the color of motor oil. And at first sip - holy chocolate bomb. It tastes like a cup of hot chocolate pudding before it cools and solidifies with some coffee added. Actually good, but man, one is so more than enough. I was flying on caffeine and chocolate for hours. Off to Kampot.....
