Siem Reap, Cambodia

The journey there was bad; the absolute worst part (for me) was the stench. I'd heard of durian (the stink fruit) but had never been exposed to one in an enclosed place. A lady monk sitting next to me was happily munching her way through one and the pungent aroma penetrated every part of my soul. It was so bad at points that I kept gagging. No-one else had quite the reaction I had, I thought I was going to be sick and Talitha said I looked extremely pale. In the end I sat at the back of the coach where it wasn't so bad, and I could put my nose up a freezing cold aircon vent. I'm pretty sure these things are banned in public places, but maybe monks are allowed. When the coach stopped I was always first off.

Durian - the worst smelling thing on the planet

During the whole trip there was a massive thunderstorm raging and we're waiting to get back on the coach when an angry Thor produces a gigantic FLASH and CRACK all around us and immediately the loudest thunder I've ever heard, shaking the ground. The lightning hit the restaurant, or as near as. My ears were ringing afterwards and people were almost huddled into one area in the middle of the restaurant making nervous excited noises. Quite an exciting and scary experience!

Savage rainfall

Arriving in Siem Reap we're greeted at the coach by a smiley tuk-tuk driver, who later becomes our guide, driver and facebook "friend". He takes us to the "Backpacker hostel" (great name!) and we're shown to a dormitory which is a row of hammocks in the loft, with no lockers anywhere and peoples stuff lying about. Not sure I trust my camera and laptop to be left in here. We opt for a triple room, which works out the same at $5 per night each. The room is huge containing three double beds. We'll take it.

A room full of beds

Next day we shake off the few "pub street" beers from last night with a quick breakfast of "toast and cheese" when an eager Walter turns up (in an amazing T-shirt) to take us to Angkor, bang on time at 9am.

Cheese and toast

Tooled up with shades, hats, water and brollies we head off. Twenty minutes in the tuk-tuk and we arrive at the edge of the old city of Angkor. The whole area is littered with ruins and Walter starts with a few smaller ones to get us in the mood; dropping us off at one side and patiently waiting for us at the other end. The scale is immense with the ancient Khmer capital covering an area of 1000 square km and some estimates of 1,000,000 people living here. Where the trees have taken root on and under some temples they twist and drip their way around the stones - it looks incredible!

Most of the morning is spent around these smaller ruins until we stop for some lunch at Walters favourite food joint (i.e. the place he gets commission / free food). I have what Walter has: a special "morning glory" not on the menu which is spicy delicious!

After lunch we decide to leave Angkor Wat for sunrise next day so do the bigger Buddhist temples at nearby Angkor Tom. For me these are even more impressive than Angkor Wat; the Bayon temple is especially magical.

Hug a Monk

You couldn't plan this

That sunset we walk up Bakheng hill. Although not treated to a sunset we saw an impressive storm
approaching followed by monster rains; pre-planned umbrella goodness! Once they realised the sunset wasn't going to happen we're kicked off the hill by security and head back down to meet Walter who takes us back to Siem Reap; the tuk-tuk rain covers in place.

 Sunset

Walter organises a $12 traditional Aspara and all you can eat buffet evening for us at the Koulen II restaurant. We arrive in his tuk-tuk and walk in to the hue covered seating area, with a giant buffet selection of any Asian food you could ever want to eat! Full of hunger we attack the buffet with the usual vigour, going back for seconds (and in Talitha and Em's case thirds). I don't have the same skills in plate design as the girls though.

Stuart = ugly

Talitha = beautiful

Once bellies are full the traditional musicians leave the stage and the show starts. The dancing is hypnotic, the moves being so carefully orchestrated and depicting everyday scenes from Cambodian life, like fishing and farming. The costumes are stunning, as are the dancers themselves. I would recommend this to anyone with an evening to kill in Siem Reap. During the show the storm picks up pace again and the rain on the metal roof almost drowns out the musicians! The wind howls through the open sides of the venue and brings fine sprays of rain to everyone! The ceiling lights shake and wobble with the thunder. Highly dramatic are the storms in Cambodia, unlike anywhere else I've been so far.

Pre-show musicians (possibly playing gamalan?) 

Aspara dancers

Roof lights moving and shaking in the storm

After the show we head to pub street for a couple of beers. The rain has created rivers of roads and the tuk-tuk drivers can barely get the tuk-tuks down the road! Wading though the water we get to the bar and have a beer. Later we move to another bar over the road as the premier league final is on the TV. Not normally one to watch the football I'm not so interested at first but it turns out to be a historic game between the Manchester rivals - with Manchester City clinching the title in the last two minutes! The staff in the restaurant go crazy, all Manchester United supporters of course.

Beautiful ladies

Next morning we're blearily up at 4am to see the Angkor Wat sunrise. Pitch black and a little cool on the way there the rain has stopped but the clouds are still around. On arrival we're given (English) names and numbers of food stalls to go to for breakfast once the sun was up; the one that stood out for me was John and we promise to go to his stall. We perch in a temple on the right of Angkor Wat, defying the "best view here" cries from locals who had set up mats on the ground near the left hand lake.

Waiting for the sun

The clouds stubbornly refuse to budge and we never get to see the actual sun over the Wat but there's something about this place; just being there and seeing such a famous view it's breathtaking, for me the same as the Taj Mahal at sunset. The sun rises and the silhouette of the famous towers take shape.

Once light, as promised, we're off to John's cafe for an omelette and baguette then before the crowds and heat arrive we nip over to the Wat for a look around. Inside it's huge, but quite serene, and we go our own ways for a little "me-time" with Shiva and the incredible architecture. It's a shame you can't go up into the towers, although someone later said that it was possible at certain times. The heat levels rose dramatically as the sun burned away the clouds and I wondered out into the gardens for some shelter under the trees.

Rapidly I developed almighty stomach cramp and ran to the nearest toilet; It could only have been the buffet last night. I later found out that Emily had the same issue not an hour before. In the toilet this sign amused me greatly;

Old habits die hard in Asia