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The ride to the mountain took about 45 minutes, followed by a hike 1500 meters up. The hike was awesome – a bit tricky because of roots and stones in parts but mostly mild and easy fun to run up. At the top there was a long set of small and big waterfalls around th representations of male and female, namely a pillar (male) surrounded by a small moat (female), called linga. The water flowing the thousand round penises becomes holy.
It was a fun experience, pretty and interesting and as usual underwhelming – just as waterfalls tend to be. :-)
After around an hour hiking along side waterfalls with many a photo taken, we hiked down and had a very underwhelming lunch (preset menu, coconut cost for $2 – normal price is $1-$1.50 and nowhere is it $2, no chopsticks given – how touristy is it!? – and on sheer principle of being ripped off we had tea). After that we drove to Lady Temple, called so for it superior carvings and beauty, and even after all the temples we have seen it really was gorgeous and elegant and wonderfully preserved.
A notably not nice thing – a lot of kids selling trinkets in this area. Angle Wat at least had few – in this small place there were at least 10 who approached us.
After that we floundered. On one hand we we’re exhausted – on the other it was only 2:30, flight was at 8. I’ll skip the number of times we changed our plans and our mind on what we want to do, at some point after we stopped for our guide to buy some sugar, dad realized one of his papers showed departure time as 5:15pm, and not 8pm. And it was 3:15. Uhm, whoops. We changed plans to go straight to airport and discussed the situation. W knew one of our flights changed its schedule after we purchased it, and we both recalled that it was “for the better”, and most recent communications had 8pm as departure time but neither one of us thought to check the departure time in the morning when we still had hotel wifi. Whoops.
After arriving in airport I ran to check departures, and everything is fine – flight is leaving at 8 – and that’s how I’m in a Cambodia airport with no wifi writing this at 5pm, with 3 hours to go. At last I can catch up on the last few days too!

Having made the executive decision and a group choice of taking the sunrise tour we all woke up at 4am. Dad officially spoiled me rotten by waking me up with coffee. (my internal clock is still all fucked up – I woke up at 3am convinced its 4 and it’s time to get up) no packing or showers (those would be after the tour), just a quick getting ready we met our tuktuk driver at the gate.
It was pitch black, the roads were empty, only a few people riding bicycles. The motorcycle light lit the road with no other lighting coming our way.
A sleepy security guard checked our passed at some entrance to Angkor Wat and we made our way to the temple which stood in total, pitch blackness. It really was surreal – the driver just waved at a dark hole on the side of the road and we went forward with mom and dad welding tout fully prepared flashlights.
We were the first and the only people to enter the temple – dark walls revealed under the lights, no girls posing for photos in the arches, no sound except for some quiet bird squawks, just three of us and two beams of light. It was magic, absolutely unique and unforgettably special.
The entry had a wooden path that goes through three arches/rooms, and then you climb up massive stone steps upwards. All in pitch black. The climb is about 200 meters, with a platform halfway.
The top part has a centrally raised temple, and 4 smaller pillars on the 4 corners. The feeling of being alone, perceiving trees and other statues in the distance and massive stone structures around you, but the sky being full of stars, a glint of a horizontally hung crescent moon…. And then the roosters started to wake up and you could hear them crowing one by one, and all of that is just YOURS. Magic.
Of course eventually others showed up. First a couple (Italy and Norway) who after figuring out with us (using an iPhone, natch, since how else can you tell orientation in a 1000 year old temple?) which way was east (the way we came from which I guess makes sense as most temples face east, the side of birth and beginning, only those places that associate with death face west) left us mostly alone.
We took photos, we meditated in silence, we chatted quietly about how incredible it all is, and by the time sunrise came there were only 10-14 people including us. By 6:30 we came down and asked to go back to “Lara croft” temple (yes I shudder that I’m so damn ignorant) to try and actually enjoy it.
The decision to go back was almost the best one of the day, right after the decision to come for sunrise. We covered all the spots we saw the day before…but again, there were only a few people and because it’s a much bigger territory with many, many tunnels and doors and turns it was just the 3 of us the majority of the time in any given area. To stand in front of THOSE ruins and to be alone… Ah, it is priceless, it is the experience of a lifetime.
We got back with almost enough time for a rushed breakfast, showers, packing and check out – only 10 min late for our 8:30 pick up time.

Woke up early and full of energy (6:30 am!) and after downloading some exercise plans that looked close to what Maha does (my mantra for gym classes at this point) I went to gym and spent 30 minutes (timed!) kicking my own butt and feeling good about it.
Parents were awake by the time I got back, so after showers and packing we had another amazing!!,!,!!! Breakfast and went to the airport to fly to Cambodia.
The cleverest thing we have done on thisndy was at the duty free – we bought 2 bottles of wine and a bottle of prosecco ensuring we have decent relaxation.
Our trip to Cambodia was organized to have a tour guide pick us up and essentially baby sit us the entire time that we are there. The guys name is Sumbat, and he is a middle aged dad of 3 kids. After a quick break at the hotel we went to a lunch (really nothing amazing, ok curry but wouldn’t have that again). Annoyingly/entertainingly Sumbat kept trying to convince us to buy tickets to “smile of Angor” for the following night – so definitely we were not going to do that. Anyway, after lunch we went to a beautifully done museum (Sumbat did not impress with his knowledge of different sculptures – he definitely turned out to know more about Hindu stories and all the gods that he did about different period of carvings and their style). The museum was nice but honestly a bit boring and by the end of it I felt the jet lag kick in.
Instead of dinner we asked to stop by the fruit market where we got a bunch of lychee, “hurma” – cant recall English name – and pomegranate.
I honestly felt awful for the contrast. Buying fruits to eat with alcohol amidst such poverty…. It’s insane. Everything and everyone are so obviously poor, and this was even before we made it out to more rural areas we saw the following days.
The evening was spent eating the fruits left in our rooms, drinking prosecco and wine, discussing the eastern narrative versus western narrative and how could the difference have been caused.
The short summary of that – all the tales within the museum of the Hindungods make absolutely no narrative sense. It’s on the level of a 4 year old describing a fantasy/story:
There were two wives who were fighting for who is more beautiful, one one and kicked the other one out but then changed her mind but the first one asked gods to have her kids eat/kill the kids of the “bad”one and then gave birth to a bird boy whom she tasked to (no, not kill kids) bring her some potion from some lake. The boy brough back the potion but a god stopped him and fought him but the boy bird almost won so the god told the woman that the boy is now his and then the god asked the boy to kill kids of the first wife from the start. And thsts how the god is shown riding a bird.
Uh…. What?
So, how is it possible that books upon books and a whole religions is founded on stories that just don’t make sense.. There is no moral. There is no rhyme – in others things change into other things just cuz. It’s weird.
The best solution we came up with was that eastern society is more strongly built on respect towards elders, and therefore words of mouth stories are passed on more reverently than European ones. (which have to follow a logic/moral to be interesting and “win” for being passed on).
And then we dove into comparing and contrasting east and west civilization birth path. and then we somehow ended up tslking about the difference between “manipulation” and “relationship building” and I started zoning out shortly after we agreed that manipulation is evil and shirt term, where as relationhsip bulding is more ensuring long term rsse of working together.
Fell asleep instantly, and woke up with no alarm by 5:30, regretting not booking a sunrise trip.