Outside Osom, on the edge of the Cardomon Mountains, there is a small Siamese Crocodile reserve. The locals and a foreign NGO have teamed up to protect this small piece of wetland heritage that is home to the rare croc. Always keen to catch sight of a little wildlife, the Three Jeans, Chris and myself, rode the 10k’s out of Osom to see if we couldn’t get a closer look. The environment reminded me of part of Chitwan National Park in Nepal, the part that is home to the Mass-Mugger crocodile, only slightly larger than the Siamese and easily seen basking in the sunshine at waters edge. We rode our bikes to the edge of the wetlands, where upon a couple of ‘guides’ presented themselves. Lots of Crocs they said, easy to see they said. OK. So we followed. Easy at first, then, wearing all our motocross gear, the guides led us straight into the swamp. Walking over a bed of floating grasses that occasionally gave up, plunging you waste deep in water, our sunset stroll turned into an army patrol in full fatiques. Must keep going we said, get to the end to see the crocs, must get back before dark. Swamp stomping ain’t easy in MX boots and pads! finally we make it across to the waters edge all expectant. “Where are the crocs then” I ask.
Looking at us side-ways he said straight faced, in Khmer, “of course you can’t see them they’re underwater.” Of course, stupid Barang.