Monday, October 25, 2004

Koh Rong, "Snowdrift Bay" - Sihanoukville Cambodia

by Saigon Charlie

These photos were taken in the last week of October, 2004.  Of all the places I have 
traveled in this world and all the islands in all the oceans and seas, it is hard to describe
the awesome beauty and remoteness of this island.  Located 44 kilometers off the coast
of Cambodia's industrial port, Sihanoukville, Kok Rong is the second largest island
in Cambodian waters.  The beach in the pictures is what I have named "
Snowdrift Beach"
due to the pristine, snow drift like quality of its pure white sand.  When you walk on the beach,
you make a "crunching" sound like walking on newly fallen snow and combined with the drifting like 
quality of the sand, makes it appear like "snow drifts".

I walked this particular beach and estimate its length to be in excess of 8 kilometers with
a brisk walk from end to end taking about 2 hours. Approximately half way around 
this beautiful bay, you will come upon a small rocky point where the only rocks and boulders 
to be found in these waters are located.  I have named this point "Rocky Point" and the 
bay itself, "
Snowdrift Bay".

The end of the bay on the northwest flank of the island, is a hill gently sloping to the sea looking
very much like a sleeping crocodile laying on a beach.  I have named this point, "
Crocodile Point".  
The other point at the southwest end of the bay has a small, wooden Chinese temple on it.  
Keeping it simple, I have named this "
China Point".

At the southwest entrance to "Snowdrift Bay" is a huge fishing net that marked by two red
fishing flags.  If you are not paying attention, this net could do some serious damage to a 
small boat if you hit it while motoring into the bay.

There will be no difficulty about anchorage and ground tackle as there are no rocks, stone or 
coral.  It is nothing but gently scalloped white sand underneath incredibly warm azul waters.

Along the beach there is numerous areas where fresh water is flowing down in streams from the
steeply, forested hills of the interior.  At the small fishing village at the far end of the beach, 
water barrels are overflowing with fresh water as it gushes out of pipes connected to island streams.
This small village is mostly empty with many huts abandoned.  There are however many dogs including
some very mean and vicious rotweilers.  I have lovingly named this trading village "
Rothweiler Village".

Except for some trails leading up through the sand, penetrating the island through the mangrove would
be impossible without anything less than a chainsaw.  Forget about using a machete through this stuff.



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