So first thing in the morning, I make sure to bring everything. It was dry season so water is a must. Little that I knew I forgot to bring extra batteries for the camera.
We were supposed to honor the sight. The dawn with the ancient building as the background but all I managed to get was this photo with my friend’s mobile phone. I was so angry at myself but it didn’t matter. I could only hope that maybe someone would sell me a pair of AA.
Just look at the amount of tourist willing to wake up at 4 in the morning!
These balustrades were all around the temple, like a trusty guardian. It’s quite scary so I guess they did their job well.
Inside the temple, it was like a different world. The sound and time ceased to exist. The walls were cold and calming in the scorching heat. This was the place of reverence, dancing, riot, grief and absolute grandeur.
I felt so small and insignificant yet at peace with whatever problem that I used to have.
There is Bayon. This was one of the photo in the book. I’d recognize this anywhere.
Then more ruins, rocks, tourists, vendors, pictures, etc.
I walked and walked until I lost track of time. The ruins started to look the same. There were hundreds of them in the park.
This girl saved me when she sold me some batteries 🙂
Almost everywhere I go I’d be welcome with this sight. Suddenly I wish I was French.
Unfortunately I can’t even fake a French accent even if my life depended on it 😦