Spiralling Down the Rabbit Hole Of Paradise Lost and Ketamine Spiders
Posted: Fri May 19, 2017 3:48 pm
One person's impressions of a Koh Rong visit in 2015.
Spiralling Down the Rabbit Hole Of Paradise Lost and Ketamine Spiders
Pietro Buzzanca 18 May 2017
I cross the border from Thailand into Cambodia, and after a sleeper bus shared with Canadians popping Valiums as if they were jelly beans, I am on a speed boat headed to the island of Koh Rong.
The boat docks. All the passengers are herded to X bungalows, where we are shortly briefed on a few fun facts about Koh Rong, like the presence of snakes, and the hours at which the generators stop running, cutting electricity on the island. Then I hunt for a room. I go cheap, a tad too cheap, so I spend my first night sleeping in a shack overlooking the garbage dump. The bedsheets stink of someone else’s tropical sweat.
I wake up the next day, change room, and start getting my bearings. I find out that Bar X. is a drug bar, where you can get your choice of psychotropic substances, and that most businesses on the island hire backpackers as staff in exchange for food, board, and free booze. Some even throw in a space cookie and a bag of weed every quarter.
Koh Rong is street drugs paradise, and as soon as the sun starts setting, dilated pupils take over...
Spiralling Down the Rabbit Hole Of Paradise Lost and Ketamine Spiders
Pietro Buzzanca 18 May 2017
I cross the border from Thailand into Cambodia, and after a sleeper bus shared with Canadians popping Valiums as if they were jelly beans, I am on a speed boat headed to the island of Koh Rong.
The boat docks. All the passengers are herded to X bungalows, where we are shortly briefed on a few fun facts about Koh Rong, like the presence of snakes, and the hours at which the generators stop running, cutting electricity on the island. Then I hunt for a room. I go cheap, a tad too cheap, so I spend my first night sleeping in a shack overlooking the garbage dump. The bedsheets stink of someone else’s tropical sweat.
I wake up the next day, change room, and start getting my bearings. I find out that Bar X. is a drug bar, where you can get your choice of psychotropic substances, and that most businesses on the island hire backpackers as staff in exchange for food, board, and free booze. Some even throw in a space cookie and a bag of weed every quarter.
Koh Rong is street drugs paradise, and as soon as the sun starts setting, dilated pupils take over...
