After visiting the temples
of Angkor, we all just wanted to chill out at some beach so we went
to Shianukville at the short but beautiful coast of Cambodia.
Shianukville itself is almost completely just resorts, hotels and
bars for tourists but in the Hostel we stayed at, on Otrez Beach was
outside of town, less crowded and a little quieter than the party shaken city.
Just two days after we arrived was the last one of a party, that is always Thursday nights in the jungle, for this season. Before we were told that the party starts early but isn't worth going before 3am and goes till 10 am. We took a Tuc Tuc over the bed of a new street that was still in the build and got let out in the middle of nowhere but already with the distant bases of the party in our ear.
The Party itself was great and pretty much what you would expect of a jungle-rave. So not to many people, one DJ-stage that was on an really old broken down truck and other old cars just laying around. They had a “Cambodian-improvised” Fairy-Wheel that was powered by a motorbike and went so fast that the passengers must experience a lot of G-force on themselves. The people there where the nicest ones I have ever met on a party, not trying to fight you when you run into them, like I experienced it a few times in Germany, but apologizing themselves for standing in the way and inviting you in their conversation straight away.
The Hostel on Otrez Beach, Done Right, was the perfect place to just relax for a couple of days under the trees and go swimming every now and then.
Just two days after we arrived was the last one of a party, that is always Thursday nights in the jungle, for this season. Before we were told that the party starts early but isn't worth going before 3am and goes till 10 am. We took a Tuc Tuc over the bed of a new street that was still in the build and got let out in the middle of nowhere but already with the distant bases of the party in our ear.
The Party itself was great and pretty much what you would expect of a jungle-rave. So not to many people, one DJ-stage that was on an really old broken down truck and other old cars just laying around. They had a “Cambodian-improvised” Fairy-Wheel that was powered by a motorbike and went so fast that the passengers must experience a lot of G-force on themselves. The people there where the nicest ones I have ever met on a party, not trying to fight you when you run into them, like I experienced it a few times in Germany, but apologizing themselves for standing in the way and inviting you in their conversation straight away.
The Hostel on Otrez Beach, Done Right, was the perfect place to just relax for a couple of days under the trees and go swimming every now and then.
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| A small fishervillage we found on a long peninsulla we expected to have a bridge to the other side |
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| The Bungalows in Done Right Hostel looked like small iglus |
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