All too often, we hear all the negative comments. So just want to relate a story that happened today
Rented a moto to go to Phnom Bokor. On the return, the moto got a flat tyre. Rode the moto down with a flat, as noone up there could change it, or put air in.
A young kymer couple stopped, and insisted my wife and I put the moto inside the hatch of the Prius with only half the bike in the car. Tied it up with his belt, chucked me in the boot ,holding on for dear life as he drove 100kmh down the mountain like it was Bathurst.
Never wanted a penny. Just a good guy with a good heart who wanted to help.
Would love to hear some other stories of the locals helping you out. As I am sure there are plenty.

Phnom Bokor? It is more of a hill I guess.

Shit. There’s so many I can’t recall.
I don’t do negativity. Never had. Always a optometrist. “I see positives”

mannanman wrote: ↑Sun Feb 13, 2022 5:46 pm
I don’t do negativity. Never had. Always a optometrist. “I see positives”

John Bingham wrote: ↑Sun Feb 13, 2022 7:10 pm

mannanman wrote: ↑Sun Feb 13, 2022 5:46 pm Phnom Bokor? It is more of a hill I guess.

Ever heard of Phnom Penh, named after Wat Phnom? Not exactly a giant mountain but one should try to learn the nuances of a language.

You don’t say.
My reference was more towards it being a mountain which it really isn’t.

Then there’s Bokor Hill Station of course.

IraHayes wrote: ↑Sun Feb 13, 2022 5:24 pm

Exactly my first thought when I saw the thread title!

Everywhere I go in Cambodia the people are friendly and inquisitive,they want to know all about you but not in a bad way.
You go into a cafe or bar a couple of times and they know your name,wheras back in the West you can go into them for years without knowing anyone's name or anyone knowing yours?

I once drove the road between Ban Lung and Oh Pong Moan on a Honda Dream one time when the motirbike's frame broke, the motorcycle collapsed and I ended up with the engine resting on the soil of the dirt road. There I was, in the middle of nowhere, no reception for the mobile phone and a motorcycle unable to continue.
The road used to be a quiet road. Lots of traffic in the early morning, lots around 3-4PM but I crushed around noon. Waiting for traffic...
The first one was a car full of ladies going to visit Ratanakiri. They couldn't take me with them in their car but they provided me with water and some food. Later a truck passed by, selling fish sauce. They returned from Ratanakiri and offered to take me and my motorcycle (s) to Kampong Cham for ten bucks.
Research later showed the motorcycle's frame had already been broken in two before, but the repair wasn't sufficient.
Just one experience when I was stuck in the middle of nowhere and people bailed me out