Getting there: Ana's travel agency in Sihanoukville will pick you up from your hotel ($15 for a day of island hopping including Koh Russei) or Coasters boat leaves every morning at 9.30am from Ochheuteal beach in Sihanoukville ($10 return to Koh Russei).
From a Travel Blog:
"Last week, I took my own advice about not wasting time and spent my last few days in Cambodia on Bamboo Island. Iím glad I didóit turned out to be the highlight of my trip, my first glimpse into Khmer (Cambodian) culture.
Bamboo Island is an hour off the coast, near the town of Sihanoukville (where Iíve been the last month). Itís a small island that you can cross in 10 minutes and has only two beaches. There isnít a lot of snorkelling here. Only ten bungalows. Thereís no Internet. No power except from 6pm to 11pm. No hot water. No fans. Itís just you, the beach, a good book, and a handful of other people.
I spent my days on the beach, did a freestyle poetry night, limboed, and caught up on my Family Guy. After a few stressful months of writing, it was just what I needed to relax.
But what I enjoyed most was my night with the Cambodians on the island. I had come to Bamboo with two friends because we knew the manager of the bungalows and he was having a ďbungalow warming partyĒ to celebrate his newly built bungalow. It would be him, the local staff, and us.
After the kitchen staff had served the tourists, they shut down early and we all went over to the new bungalow for food and drinks. I ateóand ate some more. They kept putting food on my plate and drinks in my hand. Curry dishes were poured onto my plate, filling my mouth with fire, spice, and unknown chicken parts. Savory BBQ fish was passed to me. There was no filletóI just picked what I wanted off the bones. There were also grilled squid, shrimp, and vegetables.
As we ate, I was struck at how different cultures outside the West always seem to eat. Like much of the world, the locals in Cambodia enjoy communal eating. A tarp is put down, dishes are brought out and placed in the middle, and everyone sits crossed legged, eating and grabbing what they want. Thereís no my plate or your plate. Itís a shared communal meal in a society where community is important.
I was struck by not just how they ate, but what they ate as well. Like many poor, rural communities Iíve visited, nothing here is wasted. The squid is cooked whole, the shrimp head is eaten, and no part of that chicken goes unused. This isnít unique to Cambodian culture; it happens throughout the world and is in stark contrast to the wastefulness of the West. Everything we eat is super sized and thrown away."