Nursing hangovers made harder by the rocking of the three-hour slow boat, we disembarked across a single plywood board held down only by shirtless locals.
As we unsteadily got off the boat, we were hustled to the side as men unloaded everything from livestock to furniture. Regaining our balance and fighting down nausea, we finally became aware of our postcard perfect surroundings.
White sand, wooden bungalows and vibrant turquoise waters all cumulated into an idyllic island paradise. Bright fishing boats bobbed on their anchors and bathing suit-clad backpackers walked along the main sand strip. We took all of this in as we trundled down the dock with our packs, shedding our shoes as we went.
I dug my toes into the sand and happily strode forward, only to be suddenly yanked back by a local.
In broken English, he pointed down to the sand. A run off of murky coloured water lay just where I would’ve put my foot.
“No do that lady,” he intoned. “Very bad, all shit.” With that he gave a chuckle and strode off.
I looked down, examining the mysterious water closer and noticed that it ran directly from underneath one of those quaint bungalows all the way to the ocean. As I looked further down the beach I noticed each building had its own brown-grey run-off through the sand.
Welcome to Koh Rong, the beautiful island getaway where shit flows into the sea.
Situated 25 kilometres off the southern coast of Cambodia and with over 43 kilometres of beach, this pristine island is surrounded by azure seas and populated by blissed-out beach bums.
Most visitors are fleeing the 24-hour party town of Sihanoukville, trying to erase their hangovers and restore their dignity on the soft, isolated sand of the islands. And with no ATMs, no roads, no medical facilities and a constant stream of power outages, Koh Rong is the perfect place to lose yourself for a couple of days. Or weeks.
Accommodation is basic, with rickety fans, manual flush toilets and a laughable Wi-Fi connection. Yet the rustic charm continues to draw in more and more travellers.
As we settled down on the beach and cracked a much-needed beer, other travellers smiled and introduced themselves.
“Welcome to Shit Island,” one Dutch backpacker said. “I hope you like vegetarian food.”
With the constant power outages and spotty refrigeration, a staggering amount of visitors get food poisoning from eating spoiled meats. Others contract infections from swimming too close to the sewage points while they have open cuts.
Yet swimming is possible and very much encouraged on Koh Rong, especially when temperatures soar into the late 30s. The southern tip of the island is clear of all buildings making it a safe place to swim.
In fact, Koh Rong is home to a thriving sea life with snorkelling and diving options readily available.
But Koh Rong’s biggest marine draw are the boat trips which head out nightly. Visitors load up on beer and head out into the pitch darkness. When the lights from the island are all but extinguished, everyone jumps overboard and watches as the water starts to glow.
And no, it’s not because of the weed they bought at the beach bar. It’s phosphorescent plankton that lives in the surrounding waters.
Many visitors realized the importance of preserving this slice of paradise and, after much petitioning and agreement talks with the government, Koh Rong has the only protected marine management area in the country as of June 2016.
Yet with no developed infrastructure and an ever-increasing influx of visitors, waste management is non-existent. Uncovered sewage spills into ditches, filters through the sand and empties into the water with unchecked environmental consequences.
Sadly, it is not an uncommon method of removal for islands without adequate plumbing.
Combine the stench of sewage and the extreme humidity and at certain times of the day, Koh Rong smells, well, wrong.
Badly in need of upgrades, there are rumours abound about the Cambodian government selling the rights to turn Koh Rong into a resort island. It’s not outside the realm of possibility considering its proximity to the famed Thai islands, although these proposals have experienced loud backlash.
Part of Koh Rong’s charm is that it’s undeveloped. Visitors feel as if they’re experiencing what their predecessors must’ve felt after they washed up on the shores of Thailand or Indonesia in the 1980s.
Yet development is unavoidable. To truly experience Koh Rong at its finest – and smelliest – travellers should go now. Just remember to watch where you put your feet.
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Originally published in Travel Tramp