Pai

Pai is a small town (2000 residents) in the mountains of norther Thailand. Being on the road about half way between Chaing Mai and Mae Hong Son it soon became a favorite waystation for backpackers, and now has grown so that the number of tourists there at any one time generally equal the population.
This lead to an aesthetic that I wasnt quite a fan off. Getting off the bus we saw mostly other tourist wandering the streets. Along the sides some thai people were setting up oil drums to be filled with water for the upcoming festivities while some little kids ran around with their waterguns. Many of the buildings were obviously constructed to appeal to tourists who want things to seem 'thai' but still have the needed comforts.
Luckily we found a guesthouse for a reasonable amount that was down a quiet soi off of the main road. It put us in walking distance from anything we might want, but still allowed retreat.

The town as a whole reminded me alot of the backpacker district of Chaing Mai's Old City. My issue with the town is thats all there seemed to be. We walked around taking note of where the bookstore was and the motorbike rental shops. Coming into town we had seen a Mexican restaurant. Being a rarity in Thailand, we hunted it down.

It turned out to be a Tex-Mex restaurant run by a gregarious, if odd, expat from Texas. The food was great and the owner talked to us about the issues of importing guac to a far flung region. If anyone goes to Pai I would have to say that this place is one of the highlights and is at least different from the usual nondescript backpacker bar and resturant with overpriced thai and international food. (I dont actually have anything against said establishments, they have just lost the original charm and novelty).

Our day consisted of some chilling in our rooms (We all had books at the ready) exploring the town (rather quick given the size of it) and trying a couple of resturants. The club sandwiches...not good. As it got dark we werent really in the party mood, so we tried to find a veiwpoint that Geoff had seen a sign for. After walking across the river and down an unlighted road for quite awhile we decided that it was probably further away than we had thought.

The town surprised us with how chill it seemed at night. There were plenty of bars that were obviously built for partying but although a couple places had a crowd there was nothing really going wild into the night. Fine for us as we were hitting the road the next morning.

Songkhran Holiday Part 2

The bus we got to Pai was a local bus, over filled to the point of people sitting and standing in the aisle. Luckily the ride was a scenic drive through the precarious twists and turns of the mountainous switchbacks. The bus wasn't air conditioned, so windows were down and the door was open. I was fortunate enough to have a seat right behind the open door so i both got an unobstructed view of the fantastic countryside, but I also got a continuous breeze.

At first i took no note of the little kids playing by the road with buckets of water. We were passing through a small village and it was nearing the songkhran holiday. Then I noticed the meniacal gleam in their eyes, and when you are close enough to see a gleam in someones eye, it is too late. Within a second I was drenched with water that flew through the open bus door. Suddenly I didnt seem so lucky to have gotten the seat that I did. Although the day was warm and the sun was bright, when the bus started getting up to speed the wind was cutting through my soaked clothes. The countryside, while beautiful, suddenly became oddly hostile as my eyes went from admiring the mountains and valleys to checked the upcoming road for kids with hoses and buckets.

The sound of closing windows. Thats my cue to brace myself. I close my window but theres nothing I can do about the gaping hole that is the open door.

Eventually the bus fills as we pick up more passengers and someone stands in the stairwell leading off the bus. After getting drenched a few times he starts shutting the door when he sees what I came to think of as 'songkhran checkpoints' as the kids often flanked the bus on both sides of the road. Nonetheless the water still sometimes made it through before the door was slammed shut.

Songkrahn Holiday Part 1

As the mercury rises in April, waterguns go on sale all over thailand. These are signs of the impending songkrahn holiday and more importantly a week long break from school.
Songkrahn started out as a holiday that involved sprinkling water as a blessing on the elderly. It has progressed into and all out country wide water battle.

Combined with the redshirt unrest, mass transit to the northern provinces was packed with people going north for the festivals and to return to thier hometowns. This forced the group I was heading north with to take the dreaded Khao San buses.

I usually go to bus depots to book my buses. You go there, tell someone where you want to go, they direct you to a ticket counter. usually in less than an hour the bus leaves ontime (within 20 minutes of schedule) and you have a reserved seat on the bus, and the bus arrives at the bus station in the city you are going to.
Khao San buses on the other hand are for transporting backpackers and tourists who dont do enough research to find where the bus depots go. In this case we were some of the stupid who didnt book in advance. A shame to end up like the backpacker hoards that I both am part of and resent.

The travel agency says 'the bus leaves at 6' that does not mean the bus leaves at six. haha. of course not. That means show up at the travel agency at 6. at 6:30 someone will direct the group of people to follow him. He will then go to a few other travel agencies on Khao San to pick up more backpackers. By 7 he has the whole group and walks everyone to a curbside waiting place. Hopefully at 8 the bus will arrive. Fearful that the bus is overbooked everyone rushes to get a seat and creates an annoyingly pointless bottleneck at the bus door.

The ride is no worse than a normal bus ride...expect there are no thai people. Please excuse this next rant on why i have grown to resent the average backpacker. Actually, ill do an impression.
"Oi, names Jim. I'm either from Australia or western Europe. Ive been traveling for about 5 months now. Yeah Ive been to lots of cool places and met tons of cool people. Oh yeah I met these Swedes in Cambodia, and some great Brits in Laos. Have you been to the Full Moon Party? oh you gotta check it out, its wild. Nah, I havent met any Thai people really. Oh, thailand? been here about 3 weeks now, but Ill be leaveing soon to go to Veitnam. yeah im going to meet more Europeans while im there and gawk out the bus window at real people. Oh I'm booking my trip through a group tour thing. its too hard to travel like the locals. I mean, i would have to think for myself and might encounter situations that arnt listed in my Lonely Planet. Thats just outside of my comfort zone. Oh hey, do you have 30 minutes. I want to tell you about all the things i did that ill use to impress people at home."

Now i know that ive not been the greatest traveler, but its no surprise that lots of locals laugh behind the backs of backpackers. (in fact some do it right in front of them, they just speak the local language). I know that my experience in a foreign country is more of an immersion type, that some people just cant do. But the whirlwind trips that so many people take while traveling and 'seeing the world' are just to collect stamps on the passport and find the best spots that other foreigners party. and if you only see the world with the people that you had at home, why the hell did you come? I understand that sometimes all someone has time to do in a country is see a few of the tourist attractions...but if all you ever do is see tourist attractions and not actually experience the country, then you shouldnt have wasted the money coming. There are great coffeetable books that have real nice pictures.

(i think its my greatest fear that next time i travel abroad ill end up like the hoards that i bemoan)
Some loud people who were apparently in med school sat behind us. They were proud that they had finished a bottle of Hong Thong (a thai whisky) in two hours. We laughed at them for being amateurs. (no, i dont drink that heavily, but we were pretty certain that it was the taste of rice whiskey that slowed them down). Also, when they talked medicine...well lets just say I really hope they never graduate med school because they sounded like malpractice suits waiting to happen. And when they talked about thailand...simply ignorant of anything that was going on or the culture. I never bothered correcting them. I doubted they had the intelegence capacity to remake the neural connections needed to change a thought.

The other problem with Khao San buses is that they dont go to the bus station. Our bus stopped in a gas station on the outskirts of Chaing Mai. There was of course an overpriced Songtau waiting for the backpackers to get out of the bus and need a ride into town. I dont play that game. its simple logic that the rates would be jacked up for a bunch of white people getting off a bus and needing a ride. So I didnt give a second glance to the driver trying to get me in his vehicle, and walked over to the road. There was a driver parked there. I asked him his rate and asked him to take ten baht off of it. Then I walked over and told my friends the rate i had got and they all came over and got in, but not before the rip-off driver tried lowering his price to match, but his truck was already crowded, so we went with the honest businessman and let all of the other backpackers realize that they were being taken for a ride. (Hey, i cant save everyone).

We had our driver take us to the bus station and then looked for tickets to the town of Pai. We found one that left in a few hours and bought tickets on that bus. We then were pretty hungry, having not had breakfast yet. in the mood for Khao phat gai (fried rice and chicken) we asked a nearby tuktuk driver where the best was and he directed us to a nearby restaurant. And it was quite yummy

Holiday in Cambodia Part 9

In the morning our tuktuk driver was there right on time. We told him everywhere we wanted to see and he started us on our way.

First stop of the day was the shooting range. A ways out of the city, down a few side streets and past some fields we entered an army compound and were directed towards the range. An army officer brought us out a 'menu' listing the weapons and the prices for them. The prices had gone up since the research i had done had been published, but i figure i dont often get a chance to fire weapons of this caliber. We decided to shoot an AK47 and an M-80. The M-80 especially on automatic mode was deafening. Also they both were very fun to shoot. We were offered a chicken to shoot for $15. we declined.

After that it was off to more somber destinations. the Khmer Rouge took over Cambodia and created a genocide that was as bad, if not worse than the holocaust. We first visited the killing fields, where many Doctors, artists, lawyers, and anyone educated was taken to be killed brutally by the Khmer Rouge soldiers. There were pits where the mass graves had been dug out, and some areas that the graves were left undisturbed. It was an eerily peaceful place, with the centerpeice being a large pagoda with the bones of the deceased on display.

Our Next stop was S21. Formerly a school, S21 was turned into a prison and one of the most notorious torture centers in Cambodia. Some classrooms were subdivided with simple brick and mortar into cells smaller than a twin bed. The Khemr Rouge made many records of thier prisoners, so rooms were filled with the mugshots of the prisoners who went through the prison, the majority of whom were then killed at the killing fields.

After those somber destinations we went to the National Museum. It was full of statues and relics that were rescued or returned from the Angkor ruins and other ancient temples around the country. As pretty as they all were eventually stone statues of Hindu Gods and Buddhas just blend together. The real highlight was the very impressive looking teak building that it was housed in.

By now it was already midafternooon and seriously time for us to have some lunch. Our driver took us to a place just around the corner from the Museum. Very good Khmer and Thai food selection.

There was one last stop to make for the day. While we were in Siem Reap we noticed that the gas station had Mountain Dew. MD is not sold in thailand, so this was a big deal. I bought 4 cans but they said that was all they had, and I hadnt seen any since. It took some explaining but we were able to get our driver to take us to a supermarket. There in the back, under cans of Dr. Pepper i found the jackpot. 24 packs of Mountain Dew. Was it very expensive? ungodly so. Did I still buy 2 twentyfour packs. Yes.

They were a hassle and a half to get accross the boarder. Not because it was hard to get past coustoms, but because everyone thought it was a fancy beer and wanted a free handout. It was incredibly frustrating and it really caused me to have a bad taste in my mouth in regards to the Khmers and their desperate begging and touting.

Jennifer

Those of you who follow the blog alot will no doubt notice the absence of Niffer from my blog posts, as she has been my travel companion for much of my trip. Due to circumstances that im not at liberty to post on my blog she had to return home a bit early. Worry not, she is fine, other than currently getting her ass kicked by allergies.

Holiday in Cambodia Part 8

The lady at our guesthouse was a bitch as we were checking out to go to Phenom Pehn. She was telling us lies about the buses so that she could get us on a bus that got her commission. Eventually we got a tuktuk to the train station (not much more than an empty lot with buses) and onto a bus headed to Phenom Pehn. The entire ride the TV on the bus was playing Khemer Karaoke Music videos. They were horrible.
When we got to Phenom Pehn we stopped in what just seemed like a random street, no bus station. We were immediately hounded by tuk tuk drivers (which is how it is getting off of any bus in Southeast Asia) We told them all that we had a guesthouse and that it was a short walk. We walked around the corner and had no one harassing us, it was awesome. There was a guy taking a nap in his tuk tuk, and we woke him up. He asked us where we wanted to go, we told him to take us to a cheap guesthouse.
5 minutes later we arrived at the 'okay guesthouse' It was alot more than okay when compared with the last guesthouse we stayed at--this one wasnt run by scum. We had an air conditioned room with 3 beds and a TV. (the beds were jammed in tight so it was as if it was one really wide bed)

However, whenever we left the guesthouse we were assaulted with offers for tuktuk rides. Steve went to go find an ATM (few and far between in the town) and was able to find a driver that spoke passable english. He also wasnt a brute about getting passengers, so we took a liking to him. He offered to drive us the next day and said "then you can tell everyone you have a driver" We thought that was a wonderful idea and told him to pick us up at 10 the next day.

Holiday in Cambodia Part 7

Welcome back to our Holiday in Cambodia series. We last left our 3 heroes as they came to the end of thier exploration of the ancient Angkor temples. Haveing daylight left and not wanting to waste it they asked their trusty guide for ideas on what to see next. He said they should go see the floating village. We rejoin our protagonists as they board the boat.

The area around the docks did not look very promising. There was construction surrounding us (im not sure what for) and the water was stained with the mud. Although we were on a lake, this part of it was a long skinny bay and seemed like a river to and from nowhere untill we entered the lake proper. along the shores were many houseboats. At first I thought that this was the 'floating village' and was mildly disappointed.

As we neared the end of the bay a small boat, which looked like a canoe with an outboard motor attached pulled along side our boat. A little girl was standing in it with a basket full of soda while her father drove the boat. Then she lept, soda in arms, onto our boat to sell it to us. We were all duly impressed. Steve and Johnny were impressed enough to buy soda from her.

We were boarded by another kid not long after. We had to turn him down however, despite his impressive jumping from boat to boat.

By this time the lake had widened and we saw what looked like a village on the far shore. But the lake is too big and we shouldnt have been able to see the shore....That was the floating village.

There were actually two villages, one for Cambodian citizens and the other was made of illegal Vietnamese immigrants.
We floated into one of the villages. It was compleate with houses, gardens, convenience stores, gas stations, and even a resturant/gift shop which we stopped at to look around. While we were there, we saw they had a fishery full of catfish and an area that they raised alligators in. A young boy paddled up in a large basin and had a snake around his neck. It was adorable, but he was charging for pictures.

We didnt eat at that restaurant, however, it was turtle meat night.
After the boat ride, Panna took us to his favorite turtle meat shop. It took a while to prepare, but it was quite a treat when it arrived. It was as if just the shell had been removed and all the innards cut up and cooked. The legs and head were still there also. Everything on the plate was edible and tasty. I would compare it to that of frog legs.

Back in Bangkok

At 5am today I arrived back in bangkok. I'm not sure if I'll ever catch up on the blogging, but I will do my best as I am continually surprised by how many people read my posts. I am currently having a bit trouble with Internet here, for my NETbook refuses to connect to the NET. Luckily for me Steve has destroyed any semblance of haveing a normal sleep schedule durring songkhran, and is still asleep at 4:30pm, leaveing his computer open for me to peruse Windows tech forums online. My frustration is mounting, however, and the klong that our balcony overlooks is a more and more tempting destination for me to send the laptop.

I must appologize in advance for my lack of pictures of the songkhran holiday. Please understand, it is a water festival, and its nearly impossible to get pictures without risking the camera--and i just got a new one.

I went down to the money changers on Khao San Road today (none of whom changed Kip (lao money) into baht) and the effects of the red shirt violence were clearly evident in the emptyness of the road. what was usually a bustling pain in the ass to walk through was a leisurly stroll. Even the usually annoyingly eager suit salesmen seemed resigned to the fact that business was going to be tough. I only had one approach me (usually i get about 5 or 6 durring a walk down the street).

While I was in the area I thought I would stop by the Democracy Monument and see what damage had been done. When I got there there was a small press conference going on with the Deputy of Fine Arts talking about what restoration was needed. Although I couldnt understand what he was saying, he pointed out all of the graffiti and bullet-holes on it. Ill have pictures to post if I ever get my netbook working again. Which I am losing hope for rather quickly given that I just ran every applicable update I can find and its still nothing more than an expensive paperweight

"This cold war just got hot"

Im sure many of you have seen the news coming out of bangkok about protests turning violent and at last count 20 people haveing been killed. Unfortunately this is no exaggeration.

Luckily both Steve and I are safe.

I am currently in Chaing Mai celebrating the songkram festival. It is ridiculous. At one point I got chased down a soi by novice monks with buckets and waterguns as they yelled warcrys. Taking the bus from Pai to Chaing Mai caused me to become drenched in water as children in the villages set up checkpoints to splash the buses from all sides. Note, i was near the door of the bus, which is usually left open due to the heat.

Steve is still in Bangkok, but our side of the river still hasnt seen much violence. The day of the killings he was at the mall and ran into one of our Ajans (professors). Ajan took him and Johnny out for beers. One of the main bridges that we would use if going to school by motobike or taxi has been blocked off because of the violence. This nicely isolates the area we live a little bit.

Its definitely an odd feeling to know that the place that you live is considered relativity unsafe. Luckily theres a whole lot more country to explore, but even if it did get bad enough that i would have to leave early (which i dont think will happen, and i really hope doesnt happen) id still have to go to bangkok to get all my stuff and fly out of that airport.

Contest: 20 Baht note to whoever can name the movie, starring a cast member of Friends, that i quoted in the title of this post.

State of Emergency

Today the redshirts stormed parliament and the Government declared a state of emergency. This will affect me and Steve very little for three reasons
1) the state of emergency just gives the government slightly more enforcement power. But really, they havent been using all the power they had to start with with the Internal Security Act. The state of emergency could just be more posturing by the government.
2) both red and yellow shirts love farang. Unless we were to actively enter some fray it would take some serious bad luck or stupidity to put us in harms way for now.
3) A week off school is comming up, and that means traveling. Right now its looking like im heading back into the northern mountains and then to laos. Steve is looking at possible island options and then also intends to meet in laos.

So really the question will be what kind of Bangkok will we return to.

(and yes i know im way behind on the cambodia posts, but eventualy ill catch up...but likely not before this next bout of travel)

Holiday in Cambodia Part 6

Day two of seeing the Angkor temples started off with the namesake temple Angkor Wat. We arrived a bit after all of the sunrise photographers left and before the main tourist groups crowded in.

Almost as big as Angkor Wat was the walkway to the main building. Upon entering and delving deeper and deeper we soon became surrounded by nothing but gray stones in varying shades.

Exploring Angkor Wat was a fun experience because I got to see all those pictures from National Geographic come to life.
Hours more were spent looking at many of the minor temples surrounding Angkor Wat. Unfortunately i dont have time to write about them all, so here is a selection of pictures.

Holiday in Cambodia Part 5

As we were hiking through the temples and talking with Panna I mentioned that there were less stray dogs in Siem Reap than there are in Bangkok. He joked that it was because Khemers eat dog meat. I said id like to try it. He offered to take us to a dog meat shop. So after we were done seeing the temples he took us to his favorite "Sai Besse" (Khemer for 'special meat') store. We sat down and were handed small platters of cut up cooked meat, and bowls of gravy.

Not knowing what to expect, we jumped in head first, grabbing our chopsticks and tossing the bits of meat into our mouth. For me, at least, the taste was very unusual. It took a few bites before I could even describe it. All 3 of us described the taste in wildly different ways. Steve says its a gamey red meat. I say its a cross between turkey and deer. It took a bit of acclimation to the taste before I could enjoy it, but halfway through the meal I was as happy as if I was eating a nice juicy hamburger.

Panna ordered a second plate, and this one had dog intestine on it. I joked that this was an actual hot dog. This I did not care for.

Steve noticed that the other tables were drinking some dark liquid as shots out of a water bottle. When he inquired Panna explained that its local rice wine. We ordered a bottle, as I always like to try the local homebrew (The lahu whisky from chaing mai is still my favorite brand, and I'm saving the last bit for a special occasion). The rice wine was surprisingly smooth, and surprisingly high proof. It had an almost coffee like taste to it, and went down with very little burn. The fact that I could soon feel the effects makes me certain that its alcohol level is deceiving high. All of the other patrons of the resturant got a kick out of seeing a trio of Barang (as forigners are called in khemer) eating dog and saying the traditional Khemer cheers 'Jul Muy' as we took our shots of rice wine.

When we finished Panna invited us to his house to meet his wife, child and neighbors. The thought of turning down such an offer did not even cross our minds.

Panna lives in a modest apartment that consists of a main room (for living and sleeping) and a utility room and a bathroom. Cooking is done in the small yard of the apartments. He has a lovely wife and an adorable little daughter. He introduced us to his friend Nhit, who sat down with us and through Panna translating asked us some questions about America during dinner. Oh yeah, dinner. yes, we did just come from the Special Meat shop, but that didnt stop Panna's wife from going to the store to grab a bag full of beers for those who wanted to drink and then proceed to cook a delicious spread of curries, and fish, with rice, of course.

We sat and ate and chatted for a while. Panna and Nhit showed us a car that they use to smuggle teakwood. They had reinforced it and modified the shocks so that it could haul 200 kg of wood. He said it was the easiest way to get ahead because it can run a profit of a few hundred dollars for a load. They use the car rather than a truck because it costs less to pay the bribes. Interestingly Panna didnt know that Teakwood was a valuable and popular wood from everything from tables to floors.

Eventually we felt it became late and Panna drove us back to the guesthouse with our stomachs quite happy.

Holiday in Camboida Part 4

After lunch it was off to see...MORE RUINS!

First stop, the Elephant Terrace. Its about 100 yards of immaculate carvings on the side of a raised ritual platform. The predominant motif is elephants. Panna told us that once a year the population would gather at this structure and clean it from top to bottom. In the following picture you can see a bit less than half of the length.

Then we continued on to another of the more famous temples: Bayon.

Every tower of the Bayon temple has the kings face looking out in all 4 of the cardinal directions. Bayon definitely was able to create an otherworldly feel. The temple was made out of a very light colored stone, and the temple lacked any overgrowth. This gave it a very different feel than the previous temples we explored. Walking through the ruin everything is bright, and yet the colors are cool, in defiance of the actual temperature. The enigmatic smile of the Bayon towers is everywhere and at every turn, looking out in a fatherly way. Eventually every part of the temple blended into one and it was conceivable that as we walked through it we were only spinning in a circle taking the same view in again and again, but it was not monotonous, only majestic.

While we were leaving the town (Bayon, along with a few other minor temples is in an ancient city called Angkor Thom) we went through the south gate, which is done in the style of the Bayon temple with the road lined with demons on one side and gods on the other.

Next we went to an outlying temple called Banteay Srei. Banteay Srei is a temple dedicated to female deities of Hinduism.

The temple was made of a red clay colored brick. The carvings were very well preserved, and was a deeper engraving than most. The entire time we toured the temple we heard tradition Khemer music coming from somewhere. It really added to the atmosphere of the place. There were number on some of the blocks on the ground for the reconstruction process.

As we finished walking through the temple we found at the back a group of musicians playing the music that gave us such an authentic feeling atmosphere during our exploration. These bands are found around a few of the Angkor temples, and are comprised of landmine victims. We put some money in their bowl to end our templeing for the day with good merit.

Holiday in Cambodia Part 3

6 am is far to early to wake up on vacation. Unfortunatly most people think that also, so in order to beat those tourists to the temples, thats what we had to do. Then at 7am it was downstairs to meet Panna, our guide.
While we were waiting for steve and johnny (who durring this trip made me seem like a morning person they were so slow) Panna and I discussed what temples we would plan on seeing durring our two day tour. The Angkor area is made up of dozens of temples, so it would take more than a week to see all of them. We decided on an itinerary and eventually Johnny and Steve were ready to go. We got in Panna's car and headed out.

The first temple we went to was called Beng Meala. The cool thing about Beng Meala is that it has not been restored. The only work on it was done to stabilize it to prevent blocks from falling and killing tourists, but other than that, it was left as it was found.

The most amazing part of it was that despite being able to clearly see the layout of the temple there were still massive piles of blocks everywhere. I wasnt sure what they all were for, but it was quite evident that this temple was simply magnificent in its time.

The Jungle had slowly but surely exercised its dominion on the temple. Without anyone to tend to it for hundreds of years mosses, trees and bushes grew everywhere. The temple was a study on Chaos and Organization, with it expertly laid out by its builders, the stones cut with precision, the temple plotted perfectly to the cardinal directions, and the entire thing in shambles, taken down by natures apathy.

Panna provided us with a wealth of information throught the temple. Most of it i have already forgotten, but it added to the experience.

When we had finished we that temple we headed out to the next one. On the way we passed rows of stands selling sticky rice. I had Panna pull over so I could purchase some breakfast. I told him to stop at the best stand, he said "we will stop at the one with teh best looking girl selling". The rice was cooked in bamboo and served this way. The bamboo was ripped off and the rice exposed to be eaten. It was pretty taste.

The next temple was to be Ta Phrom. This is the temple that was featured in the movie Tomb Raider (in the scene were she follows the giggling little kids through the ruins). It had been cleared to make it easier to navigate than Beng Meala, but the forest was still left to slowly digest the temple. This one was a bit more busy than Beng Meala (which was an hours drive away from the main mass of temples) but we were still there at a good enough time to really avoid the hordes.

The temple is full of iconic views that are used on countless brochures on Cambodia and angkor wat. What I didnt expect was all of the walkways, and platforms built for the photo ops. I suppose I was just not thinking about it, since its not really surprising, but I felt it slightly ruined the magic.

Despite the extra people and the blatant signals of where the best photo-ops are (i think people should have to figure that out on their own. and if they couldnt figure out that standing in front of a tree swallowing a temple is an awesome photo, they really shouldnt be at angkor in the first place) walking through the temple was a magical experience. There were carvings of ancient religions, with deities staring out at us as we wandered thier sacred grounds and marveled at the the fruits of their followers labor.

The yellow crane was a bit of a jarring sight, cutting straight bright lines in this world of earthtones and beautiful deterioration. However it was a magnificent testament to the people who built the temple with their hands when now we use technology to do the same.

As we were finishing up with Ta Phrom it became increasingly busy, so we went off to the next temple. Its interesting that all of the temples have peak times, and we were simple able to ask our guide to avoid the peaks and i think we had a much more fun experience. I dont know why this works, because i would figure everyone would make the same request of their guide.

Before getting to the next temple, we stopped for lunch. Our guide suggested a place that was a bit pricey but had good Khemer food. (the country is Cambodia, but the main culture is Khemer).
We invited Panner to eat with us, but he turned down our offer. It was evident that he had a free meal in the back whenever he brought them costumers, but that is a common way to do business in southeast Asia. Everyone gets a kickback.

Holiday in Cambodia Part 2

As much as I disliked the way the Guesthouse was run we were unable to check out the next day, given that we were all exhausted after dealing with food poisoning for the night, and still having it effect us to different extents the next day. Other than a few short excursions to get food, we stayed in the room. I rationalized that as long as I was reading a book the day was not wasted. Steve mostly slept and Johnny watched TV.

We went to bed early so that we could be ready to go at 7 am the next day.