A scent of oak filters through the morning streams of sunlight, wisps of white wood smoke twirling and dancing to the heart-beat of another day in Kep’s busy crab shacks. Not particularly interested in joining in the morning dance, I opt to sit as far away from the kitchens as possible, instead at the very end of a pontoon watching the daily routines play-out from afar. Fish are caught and ferried directly to the shoreline where they are sold, off-loaded and cooked within minutes of arriving. A myriad of types, flavours, and toppings to choose from I lean towards a shrimp and Angkor-lite combo and settle in for another day on Cambodia’s coast line.
