When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
Rolf Müller-Overbeck lay in the hammock he’d probably slept in. He looked wasted. His long hair was greasy and some food had got caught in his days-old stubble. In fact, he looked almost dead. The dive shop was deserted. Neither Pete nor Samnang, nor any of the other employees could be seen. “Holidays?” Rolf barely moved, and waved him away with tired arms. “There’s a story doing the rounds in Phnom Penh that someone got eaten by a shark down here. I suppose my customers from Frankfurt told everyone in their guest house horror stories. We have only cancellations for the next few weeks. I’ve sent our workers home.” Maier sat on the wooden stairs to the office of Reef Pirates. “And where is Kaley?” “Kaley’s gone.” Maier looked past the dive-shop owner out to sea. Koh Tonsay was almos