Angkor February 14
I haven’t written much lately, which I regret, but that’s the way things go.
Today is my third day at the Angkor temples, and they’re simply magnificent. For them to be so old, and yet at the same time so well preserved, is remarkable. That, added to the remarkable stonework, huge difference in culture to that of the western world, and sheer size and quantity of structures leads for an awe-filled experience.
My favorite temples have been: the crumbling overgrown Ta Promh, because it satisfies my sense of adventure and desire to explore; The Bayon for it’s hundreds of heads and amazing bas reliefs of daily life; Ta Keo, for it’s unfinsihed, blocky massive feeling and sheer size; and Preah Kahn, for it’s sprawling mass, and because Chewan and Dooj (two kids working at the food stalls at The Bayon) hitched a ride on the back of my bicycle because they’d never been inside Preah Kahn before, and wanted to see it.