Bokor Hill Station

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With our travel plans already completely thrown out the window by our extended stay in Sihanoukville and our love for Cambodia growing by the minute, we decided to postpone Vietnam even further by breaking up the trip in a sleepy riverside town called Kampot.

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We arrived to town in the early evening, exhausted and worn-down from a crazy outing for St. Paddy's the night before. The three-hour, cramped mini-bus ride didn't do us any favors either. After a nice Western dinner at Veronica's Kitchen on the riverfront, we decided to crash out early and save our exploration for the following day.

Not straying too far from our regular travel routine, we got up and rented a motorbike. One huge breakfast at Kampot Pie and Ice Cream Palace later and we were off to discover the old French resort turned ghost town ~ Bokor Hill Station ~ atop the Bokor Mountain in Preah Monivong Bokor National Park. We had no idea what we were getting ourselves into.

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It was a seemingly nice day as we made our way down the main road towards the mountain. It wasn't until we started the ascent that the fog creeped over us, masking the twisting roads ahead. It rolled in from all sides, tingling our skin with its swirling vapor and causing us to shudder in the icy mist.

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{ A female Buddha faintly revealing her figure through the thick fog }

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{ Water droplets on the tips of our eyelashes }

As we got further up the hill, landmarks and figures started appearing through the fog - a giant Buddha that you honestly couldn't see unless you were standing mere feet in front of it, a few new resorts hoping to revive Bokor Hill as a vacation destination and the spookiest Catholic church we've ever laid eyes upon.

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Our voices eerily echoed off the concrete walls as we tried to scare each other with ghostly calls. While it definitely got our heart rate's going, it didn't stop us from seeing what else could be lurking on the hill...

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At last, we reached the abandoned Bokor Hill Resort & Casino, the old centerpiece of the resort town that had clearly seen better days. We haunted our minds with made-up memories of the people who must've stayed at the resort back when it was built in the 1920s and during its heyday in the 1950s and 60s. Walking through the barren building, we were left to wonder if it was really just the fog sending chills down our spines.