Kampot is a small, laid-back riverside town in southern Cambodia. Almost every one of its residents, it seems, owns a dog as a pet. During the day, they lie around in the shade, escaping the heat. At night, they band together in packs, roam the darkened streets, and look for trouble.
On my first night in Kampot, I had a late dinner at Bar Red, a small bar/restaurant owned by an Australian. After enjoying my fish amok, I began to walk the 1/4 of a mile or so back to my hotel. About halfway there, I heard the sounds of dogs barking and growling behind me. The barking became louder and louder. I turned around and saw three dogs with fire in their eyes running towards me .
I quickened my pace and lengthened my stride, but the dogs were quickly gaining ground. When one of them nipped at my heel, I knew they meant business. So I stopped, turned around, and faced them. I made a throwing motion towards them, like a pitcher throwing a fastball to the plate. The dogs froze, then turned around and ran off.
The next night, I took a tuk-tuk back to my hotel after dinner.