Kampot Pepper Farms & Coastal Charms – Spices, salt flats, and riverside serenity.

Southward, the road winds through emerald rice fields toward Kampot, where river and sea meet. Here, pepper is not spice but heritage. You walk through farms where vines climb wooden poles, and the air smells of sun and rain. Farmers show how green berries ripen into red, black, or white—each flavour born from timing and patience. Lunch unfolds by the river: crab from nearby Kep, grilled and dusted with Kampot pepper that sings with citrus and smoke. The afternoon drifts lazily into golden hour as boats glide down the Kampot River and fireflies blink beneath palm silhouettes. It is a slower rhythm—one that invites you to linger, to taste, to breathe. Kampot’s gift is not its pepper alone, but its peace.