Kep is a seaside resort town. Apparently it was big with the French and the leisure class, which by default meant Pol Pot wasn't too keen on it. Nice hotels and villas, but also bombed out charred ones. We're in a Belgian owned one that's swanky and relaxing. The dinner table in the hut, and this beach table, are incredibly large chunks of wood. Our room has convenient pool and beach access, like 15' to pool. Tori likes the all stone and mortar construction.
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