Lying in a hammock on the sea shore of the island of Koh Russei. Koh Russei (or Bamboo Island as it’s commonly known) like most things in life, was just meant to be. I was in a speedboat en route to Ao Nang national park in Thailand, where I got talking to an English girl about my age. I was told how a certain Bamboo Island in Cambodia had been bought by the French on a 99-year lease, and that they were going to flatten the island and build a resort. Therefore, it was a must to see it in all its natural splendor and glory before it became Palm Jumeirah II. The conversation stayed in my mind and I made a mental note of googling Bamboo Island (since I was heading to Cambodia anyway). Once I was in Cambodia and was mapping out my travel plan, Bamboo Island kept nagging my subconscious. No one gives better travel advice than fellow travellers you meet along the way; however, in Bamboo Island’s case this philosophy wasn’t helping. Most people had either not heard of it or had skipped it because they hadn’t heard much about it. I reached the coastal town of Sinhoukville, and from there Koh Russei or Bamboo Island was only a 4$ (Rs. 200) boat ride away. It is easy to buy the ticket at one of the hundreds of travel agencies in Sinhoukville, or just ask your hotel/hostel. I bought a one-way ticket to the island with no other information about it other than the fact that it was about to be flattened by the French.