On my first night, I stayed in and watched the football in the guesthouse bar. The locals thought I was a little intense and were scared to come close to me, even to deliver my Sprite. When Liverpool won, I was warned of being too loud; they just didn't understand the significance!
Sihanoukville is a port city in southern Cambodia, and has in recent years become a popular tourist spot for both Cambodians (mostly from the capital Phnom Penh) and foreigners.
The beaches were ok, but atmosphere spoiled by the sewer pipes running from some of the bar shacks on the beach down into the sea as well as the large number of persistent hawkers, mostly kids. I played footy on the beach with some locals, but rather than chill on the beach, I spent most of my time fending off kids trying to sell me bracelets, name tags, massages etc. The water was amazing though, the same temperature as the air, and as an added bonus, you would be protected from the hawkers.
Some of kids' behaviour was shocking. If you bought something, you were their best friend, but if not, they would kindly wish that you die. A couple of them were so annoying that Rikki, one of the Aussies, taught them a lesson, as i did a little later on.
On my final night, I headed to a few bars, Kangaroo Kitchen which is a unique experience with lots of girls willing to partner you at the pool table. After around midnight, we headed for the beach and Dolphin Bar where we stayed until 5am. My bus journey to Phnom Penh at 8am was not fun.
Overall, I'm afraid I wasn't a big fan of Sihanoukville.
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