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Angkor Wat - what a wonder

The following are the temples I visited while on my tour of Angkor Wat in the northern Cambodian tourist town of Siem Reap.
Angkor Wat























Day One - the "Small Tour"
Oh Scaffoldious I pray to you
Angkor Wat – the main temple with the lake around it. Within the inner Temple you must wear a tee shirt and clothing to below the knees for entrance. The inner temple is stunning and despite being graced with the great God of Scaffoldious (that’s scaffolding to those not familiar with my constant encounters with scaffolding around the world, first named at the Acropolis hence the Godly name) it is a sight to behold. The intricacy of the building including amazing 12th century patterned “wallpaper” leaves you rather in awe of the craftsmanship. The stairs are a taster of what is to come so if your in a wheel chair or like my Mum would prefer the lift Angkor Wat is not for you!
Ta Prohm – One of the Temples over run by trees causing massive destruction over hundreds of years.  The temple was made famous for the filming of Tomb Raider and Indiana Jones. They have roped off areas to take your photos in the same places as you might see Miss Jolie in if you were a fan.  As the first one I saw with the tree infestation I was rather impressed…but I think others are just as amazing. The trees are literally hundreds of years old so enormous and unsurprisingly overtaking the the structures and turning them into rubble
Terrace of the Elephant – where I was completely distracted about Ingo’s tales of the Silk road and completely missed the Elephants. I know weird of me. Alas there is so much to see in Angkor it is not entirely surprising in 35d heat and god knows what humidity!
The Royal Palace & Phimeanakas where the steps were step and the view over the massive complex of temples was broad. It has an amazing elevated path to the entrance to the Royal Palace which is lovely.
Pol then took us to the isolated West gate which @ReineOG had recommended. This was part of the Sports Bra Assault Course of Cambodia and led us to an isolated lake and the far edge of the ruins territory. No other tourists were out here so it was rather cool and the gate offers you a little slice of the untouched with locals using it as their route home.
Bayon
Ending in Bayon is probably one of the more recognisable ruins with its many faces of Buddha. Climbing it was rather impressive to see the great faces. I wish I had taken more time to get some photos here but again company sometimes distracts you along with fatigue….lesson learnt!

During Day 2 I undertook the “Grand Tour” and this was by far my favourite day at Angkor Wat. In part because I took a Rolls Royce Tuk Tuk to see the sights and my driver was friendly and kind. Pol promised to wait for me but I rudely slept in! What goes around comes around (that one was for you Ingo)
Banteay Srei from across the Moat
I started at the further sight of Banteay Srei  some 37 km from town. The intricate red construction in the 1st century has some fine detailed monkeys which reminded me of the scary monkeys in The Wizard of Oz - protecting the inner (inaccessible) temple. The temple is surrounded by a moat. Within the Temple walls the inner temple has four outer temples on each corner all in intricately detailed in the red stone. It is rather a sight to see and very different to other Angkor ruins. It seems to have been one not created by the monarchy but Hindu settlers of yesteryear (if yesteryear can actually be the term for 967AD!)
East Mebon's Elephant Guard
East Mebon  - home of some rather cool elephants which guard it on the four corners. It’s a sweet temple with a relaxed atmosphere.

Ta Som
Ta Som – caught my attention mostly for its lack of ruins. It is merely a walk way of what once might have housed ruins with only the doorways of an avenue to marks its place. Here I had a lovely experience meeting local Angkor children all asking me to buy bracelets or photocopied books for “$1Lady!” some of the smart kids started counting to me in English, French and Spanish and when I responded with Maori they no longer begged for money but for lessons. It was a delight to not here “Lady you want, Lady a dollar” but “Tahi, rua, toru, wha”! Walking directly to the back of the ruins I found an amazingly overgrown tree standing on top of the last entrance to the once temple. It made me wonder how long it would take for this to force a collapse. There are no support structures to try and uphold the weight of the tree growing on the entrance. I can only hope that some of our entrance fees go to the protection of this – but that is another story of corporate demise of national treasures.  This is also a near empty ruin with no tour buses stopping for a gander.  I would highly recommend it for this alone!
Neal Prean – Along a  water causeway you enter into a hidden temple which in rainy season I understand is mostly flooded. It is a fascinating sight and captures a whimsical sense of remoteness with its beauty. 
Intricate motifs at Preah Khan
Preah Khan – its name is not the only Hindu thing that draws the crowds. The ruins were built on the site of a great victory. It has a fair few trusses holding the tree shattering structures in place and is neatly designed with many Hindu gods amongst the art. Wallpaper in the 2nd century was really rather beautiful. Also it’s the first time I had seen full statues of human like nature. All the heads had been taken as during the 1970’s Khmer Rouge, when no protection was provided to the ruins and all heads from statues stolen. Such a devastating loss to a national treasure.
Finally we ended with Bayon where I had visited the day before to snap a couple of pictures of my Rolls Royce and the many Buddhist monks that adorn the structure.

Angkor Wat at Dawn
with the masses
Day 3 Mr Rolls Royce (sorry I forgot his name as it was Cambodian and he said it very quickly!) was waiting for me at 5am when we set off for Angkor Wat to see the ruins at dawn. As I had already been I knew the best photo opportunity would be on the left of the temple but with the growing masses already crowding the site I opted for the right of the temples thoroughfare and was sneaky positioning myself next to a German with an English speaking guide explaining where the sun rose from and some of the highlights of Angkor. There are no signs around the ruins so much of the time you have no idea what Temple you are seeing unless you have a guide or a guide book.  My LP was sufficient but by no means a comprehensive guide. I had had feedback from a lovely @ReineOG from Twitter advising on her route around the ruins which helped immensely and what order to do it all in. Now that my friends, is what social media is for – sharing (and many of you know I do love an epic advice email for travel – thanks Charlie for your ones too. Using them often!)
I was welcomed into the Temple with full covering in some very fetching new poo pants – toned down compared to some travellers pants but I sure feel like breaking into some Hammertime when I wear them – ddodododododo Hammertime  (wearing them right now!)
The entire Angkor Wat ruins are absolutely massive so I would encourage people to take their time there – particularly if you like taking photos. It really is a great spot. Although I thought it would be teaming with Monks. Those I saw were as interested in taking photos of us taking photos of them so I am still awaiting for what I see as a traditional Monk image….talking on mobiles with laptops over their shoulders on the back of a moto is not really my preconceived idea! Travel sometimes really bursts the beautiful bubble we live in!
If you plan a trip to Angkor Wat I recommend you wear good strong walking sandals (my AUD 25 from Rivers work the trick still after 2 weeks of wear thanks Irene!) Jandals/Flip Flops would definitely be difficult and were the reason for a few sprains I saw around town and at the ruins by other tourists. And take lots of water. They sell idonised water not pure water out at the sight…agh!
If you go at dawn – TAKE A TORCH! Especially if you haven’t been before – you may twist an ankle while you try and navigate your path with the masses

Highlights for visitors
Tickets -  1 day USD20/3 Day USD40/7 Day available (not sure the price) / Free for Cambodians– Put on a smile they need a picture for your ticket!
Entry from 5am until 5.30pm 7 days a week – seemed busy over the weekend and quieter on the weekdays to me but might not be! Suggest going early (7am or before) to avoid heat and tour buses.
Transport - Tuk Tuk for a Day USD15 can haggle for less/Motor approx. USD10
Toilets – free with tickets and at or near to many of the ruins – Cambodians need to pay for the loo – they have Western toilets and squats, all very clean but bring Toilet paper.
Guide – you can buy a book for USD1 at the ruins. And human guides are available from tour agents and hotels. There is no signage so consider what you are looking for from the ruins…I did it with the LP and that was sufficient for my budget and interest in photography although the guides have amazing historical knowledge of course!
Bunch of Ozzie lads inappropriately
dressed for the Temple
Take – Toilet Paper and heaps of Water, some kind of map or guide – you can get easily lost and there are no signs. A Torch for dawn, good walking shoes/sandals, plenty of camera battery and memory! A bit of snacky food is always good too. Local currency is a good way to get a fair price otherwise everything is “adollar”
Be warned the Ruins are now managed by a foreign company and are not a state asset. The ticket money you are paying does not mean that this goes into the restoration of the site. The people working there are on low incomes and many bring their own children to work – these make up the bulk of the child beggers. They are sweet and often think Helloadollar is a greeting gestured with an open upturned palm. Smiling is the best solution or small change in local currency is always welcome along with food. I shared a lot of fresh pineapple!


I hope this is a helpful blog for those visiting or those dreaming

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