The finest, freshest sea food on the east coast, 12 kloms of good beach half way between Ban Phe and Rayong City. I can kinda forget, reflect and watch the Sun go down in a fabulous burst of Orange Melange, hear the sea make their raucous shout at the world in rebuke of mans stupidty to man, marvel at the sand crabs chasing nothing and building their homes in circular solitude, the lobster boats in line in perfect synchronisity, a half empty leo, a dark caped red snapper with a garnish of chilli and garlic.

There you go, . Now that's an invite if I've ever seen one (though I did make one important correction -

in case anyone needs a small clue to spot it).

Now that you're a free man when are you coming out to bless us with your (drunken) presence?

I know some Isaan girls that'll make you forget all about, ah, uhm . . . what's her face?

We'll be waitin' fer ya patiently . . .

I don't drink beer, it makes me windy.

I frighten small animals and children with my burps. But my dad always said that its better to let it out than keep it in.

Now that you're a free man when are you coming out to bless us with your (drunken) presence?

I know some Isaan girls that'll make you forget all about, ah, uhm . . . what's her face?

We'll be waitin' fer ya patiently . . .

I'd love to Tips! But I dunno yet... Still figuring out what's next, while running the pub a few men (and woman) down.

So ermm... I'm living in Kampot since last October...

An old mate had shares in a guesthouse there with an English woman, went back to Australia last year I think.

Vic by name...

Partial to an ale.

An old mate had shares in a guesthouse there with an English woman, went back to Australia last year I think.

Vic by name...

Partial to an ale.

Haven't had the pleasure of meeting Vic. But by all means send people my way. I'm an informal 'visitor centre' and always partial to a brew.

So ermm... I'm living in Kampot since last October...

Kampot. Isn't that near Cambridge? Or is it closer to Norwich?

Now that you're a free man when are you coming out to bless us with your (drunken) presence?

I know some Isaan girls that'll make you forget all about, ah, uhm . . . what's her face?

We'll be waitin' fer ya patiently . . .

I'd love to Tips! But I dunno yet... Still figuring out what's next, while running the pub a few men (and woman) down.

The American author Horace Greeley famously said, "Go far east, young man." Since you fit the description then sounds to be excellent advice to me.

So ermm... I'm living in Kampot since last October...

Kampot. Isn't that near Cambridge? Or is it closer to Norwich?

tippy, some fella once said; either write something worth reading....

nb: (hi boo.)

So ermm... I'm living in Kampot since last October...

Kampot. Isn't that near Cambridge? Or is it closer to Norwich?

If it was it would be destroyed now.

We are busy in Cambridgeshire constructing a ditch-and-berm between us and Norfolk, 'cos they-them furriners are trying to get us to join them in some gummint conspiracy. Us've got enough conspiracies of our own - we doan need them furriners to give us more. Sweedy-boy-blasts can keep to their side of the wall, we-uns'll keep to ours.

HB, what you're reporting is quite serious and even more worrisome. If Kampot has indeed been annihilated then what of the fate of Kayo? Was he able to escape in time? Or did he succumb to conspiracy and join forces with the furriners? Or perhaps something worse than we can imagine? These are fearful questions. I only pray that if he did fall victim then the gruesome moment occurred while his lips where plastered to a large flagon of ale. At least he would have met his end in shear happiness.

Kayo, hopefully you're reading this. If so, please reply and let us know all is well. Until then I will be beside myself.

HB, what you're reporting is quite serious and even more worrisome. If Kampot has indeed been annihilated then what of the fate of Kayo? Was he able to escape in time? Or did he succumb to conspiracy and join forces with the furriners? Or perhaps something worse than we can imagine? These are fearful questions. I only pray that if he did fall victim then the gruesome moment occurred while his lips where plastered to a large flagon of ale. At least he would have met his end in shear happiness.

Kayo, hopefully you're reading this. If so, please reply and let us know all is well. Until then I will be beside myself.

Have no fear, The Klown is still here!

Kampot South East Cambodia, mate. Come visit.

It's possibly the best place in SEA at the moment.

HB, what you're reporting is quite serious and even more worrisome. If Kampot has indeed been annihilated then what of the fate of Kayo? Was he able to escape in time? Or did he succumb to conspiracy and join forces with the furriners? Or perhaps something worse than we can imagine? These are fearful questions. I only pray that if he did fall victim then the gruesome moment occurred while his lips where plastered to a large flagon of ale. At least he would have met his end in shear happiness.

Kayo, hopefully you're reading this. If so, please reply and let us know all is well. Until then I will be beside myself.

Have no fear, The Klown is still here!

Kampot South East Cambodia, mate. Come visit.

It's possibly the best place in SEA at the moment.

Oh, that Kampot! Admittedly, Kampot, Cambodia came first to my mind when I read your earlier post. But, and forgive me, I then made the false assumption that you had already traded your life of high flung adventure, carousing and drunken escapades for a conservative, nondescript life of comfort and familiarity when you got hitched and opened an establishment back "home." I'm more than happy to hear that you took Horace Greeley's advice (though you overshot a bit and landed further far east). You can now dust off your unfinished memoirs as I well imagine you'll have fresh pages to add to an already spellbinding (if somewhat unbelievable) life story.

In any case, I'm ecstatic and much relieved to hear you're alive and well after all with your two arms and three legs still intact and attached to the rest of you.

I did take a Google "walk thru" of Kampot. It looks even more unvarnished than Thailand, and quite devoid of traffic. I dunno. I think I'd miss the traffic jams in Bangkok. Is the beer any good? If you plan on staying any length of time then I will surely make my way out to visit.

HB, what you're reporting is quite serious and even more worrisome. If Kampot has indeed been annihilated then what of the fate of Kayo? Was he able to escape in time? Or did he succumb to conspiracy and join forces with the furriners? Or perhaps something worse than we can imagine? These are fearful questions. I only pray that if he did fall victim then the gruesome moment occurred while his lips where plastered to a large flagon of ale. At least he would have met his end in shear happiness.

Kayo, hopefully you're reading this. If so, please reply and let us know all is well. Until then I will be beside myself.

Have no fear, The Klown is still here!

Kampot South East Cambodia, mate. Come visit.

It's possibly the best place in SEA at the moment.

Oh, that Kampot! Admittedly, Kampot, Cambodia came first to my mind when I read your earlier post. But, and forgive me, I then made the false assumption that you had already traded your life of high flung adventure, carousing and drunken escapades for a conservative, nondescript life of comfort and familiarity when you got hitched and opened an establishment back "home." I'm more than happy to hear that you took Horace Greeley's advice (though you overshot a bit and landed further far east). You can now dust off your unfinished memoirs as I well imagine you'll have fresh pages to add to an already spellbinding (if somewhat unbelievable) life story.

In any case, I'm ecstatic and much relieved to hear you're alive and well after all with your two arms and three legs still intact and attached to the rest of you.

I did take a Google "walk thru" of Kampot. It looks even more unvarnished than Thailand, and quite devoid of traffic. I dunno. I think I'd miss the traffic jams in Bangkok. Is the beer any good? If you plan on staying any length of time then I will surely make my way out to visit.

Yeah, the conservative, non-descript life of comfort and family didn't work out too well. Not my scene, I suppose. At least I gave it a try.

Pages are being added, weekly, now that I'm out here again. The unbelievable becomes reality here, I suppose. There are very few pages of the past seven years in the UK to add.

Look forward to having some visitors from the LOS> Come check it out. Visa's are much easier here aswell.

Humprhey, how did we not meet in 7 years of living in the same neighbourhood!?

Oh, that Kampot! Admittedly, Kampot, Cambodia came first to my mind when I read your earlier post. But, and forgive me, I then made the false assumption that you had already traded your life of high flung adventure, carousing and drunken escapades for a conservative, nondescript life of comfort and familiarity when you got hitched and opened an establishment back "home." I'm more than happy to hear that you took Horace Greeley's advice (though you overshot a bit and landed further far east). You can now dust off your unfinished memoirs as I well imagine you'll have fresh pages to add to an already spellbinding (if somewhat unbelievable) life story.

In any case, I'm ecstatic and much relieved to hear you're alive and well after all with your two arms and three legs still intact and attached to the rest of you.

I did take a Google "walk thru" of Kampot. It looks even more unvarnished than Thailand, and quite devoid of traffic. I dunno. I think I'd miss the traffic jams in Bangkok. Is the beer any good? If you plan on staying any length of time then I will surely make my way out to visit.

Yeah, the conservative, non-descript life of comfort and family didn't work out too well. Not my scene, I suppose. At least I gave it a try.

Pages are being added, weekly, now that I'm out here again. The unbelievable becomes reality here, I suppose. There are very few pages of the past seven years in the UK to add.

Look forward to having some visitors from the LOS> Come check it out. Visa's are much easier here aswell.

Humprhey, how did we not meet in 7 years of living in the same neighbourhood!?

The well-scripted, mass accepted plan for a "successful," "happy" and "normal" life wasn't my cup of tea, either. I found the world to be much bigger than that.

I didn't mean to imply that unbelievable equates to untrue. I meant it exactly as you put it, "The unbelievable becomes reality here." Nicely stated.

Got your PM so I'll be getting out my map to route a trip now.

We're the lost boys, we grow old but not up.

I have an idea that some men are born out of their due place.
Accident has cast them amid certain surroundings, but they
have always a nostalgia for a home they know not. They are
strangers in their birthplace, and the leafy lanes they have
known from childhood or the populous streets in which they
have played, remain but a place of passage. They may spend
their whole lives aliens among their kindred and remain aloof
among the only scenes they have ever known. Perhaps it is
this sense of strangeness that sends men far and wide in the
search for something permanent, to which they may attach
themselves. Perhaps some deeprooted atavism urges the
wanderer back to lands which his ancestors left in the dim
beginnings of history. Sometimes a man hits upon a place to
which he mysteriously feels that he belongs. Here is the home
he sought, and he will settle amid scenes that he has never
seen before, among men he has never known, as though they were
familiar to him from his birth. Here at last he finds rest.

Somerset Maughan

We're the lost boys, we grow old but not up.

I have an idea that some men are born out of their due place.

Accident has cast them amid certain surroundings, but they

have always a nostalgia for a home they know not. They are

strangers in their birthplace, and the leafy lanes they have

known from childhood or the populous streets in which they

have played, remain but a place of passage. They may spend

their whole lives aliens among their kindred and remain aloof

among the only scenes they have ever known. Perhaps it is

this sense of strangeness that sends men far and wide in the

search for something permanent, to which they may attach

themselves. Perhaps some deep rooted atavism urges the

wanderer back to lands which his ancestors left in the dim

beginnings of history. Sometimes a man hits upon a place to

which he mysteriously feels that he belongs. Here is the home

he sought, and he will settle amid scenes that he has never

seen before, among men he has never known, as though they were

familiar to him from his birth. Here at last he finds rest.

Somerset Maughan

Almost brought a tear to my eye to read such an apt description of myself, sceudugenga.

Not sure about the "grow old" part, though. I've been 25 +/- a year or two for as long as I can remember. The mirror is such a grand liar.

To one and all (those in SEA) . . .

Sawatdee bee mai

Rikreay​ chhna​ thmei

Sa bai di pi haim

For everyone else . . . . well, hope to see you out here next year.

Cheers,

Tip

Is that it? End of thread? Come on, we all want to hear about Kampot. Who's the village slapper? Who's the village idiot? Are people still miserable in England? Is the middle class still stuck up? Tell us about the influx of refugees, living under David Cameron. What fish and chips tastes like. Can you get it in a tray with mushy peas on top still? Tell us more Kayo, we're fascinated.