From the vantage point of my hammock on Rabbit Island, only my feet and the open sea are visible. This boho locale off Cambodia’s southern coast is big on relaxation, and small on, well, everything else–only a handful of thatched huts and a few hammocks line the lonely beach. The mere isolation of the place makes me feel incredibly chic–like a jet-setting hipster who’s discovered the new “it” place to be.
Behind me in the verdant Cambodian jungle, the hoots and hollers of monkeys and kaleidoscopic birds are the only punctuation to the cacophony of crashing waves. Rush hour on the island consists of the mere handful of beach bums ambling to the island’s sole restaurant to indulge in scrumptious delicacies from the sea. As a cool breeze drifts in off the ocean, a fisherman tossing his net in the shallows is the last thing I see before I drift off to sleep.