The guesthouse is a really strange, but cool place. The people that run it are friendly, and the lonely planet even makes mention of this fact in its review of the place. The bill is done on the honor system. Each room has a book, and in that book you are responsible for keeping track of your charges. You can walk right up and grab your own beer. If you order food it is your responsibility to write it down and how much. Then when you check out you pay for everything. Water and coffee are free, which is a big change from Thailand. I loved Thailand, but sometimes the Thai proprietors can be a little stingy and will charge you for every little thing they can.
One thing that is interesting in traveling is observing the differences between countries. Since this is my first border crossing of this trip, it is my first time to observe the differences. Thailand obviously wins when it comes to roads, but Cambodia surprisingly beats the Thais in my opinion in a matter that means a lot to me. Angkor beer is one of the better beers I have had. It is not as good as Czech beer, but it is close in taste to Polish beer. I love Polish beer, so this says a lot. I used to really like Singha, which is a Thai beer but after drinking a lot of it on this trip the more of it I had the less I liked it. It has too much of a bitter aftertaste. Chang beer in Thailand is quite the same. Leo and Tiger beer from Thailand are a little smoother, but not very interesting. They are kind of like an American domestic beer. Angkor from Cambodia is both smooth and has a very fresh hoppy taste.
People from America make the mistake all the time of thinking that Asia is just one country and a kind of mono-culture exists throughout the whole continent. This is far from the truth and the differences between the countries in Asia are much more extreme than the differences in American culture from one region to the next. In Asia, each country, although some of them are quite small, have their own language, culture, and history. Although they are similar in many respects they are also quite different. I noticed this the minute I crossed the Cambodian border. Although Cambodia was an Asian nation like Thailand and a neighbor, I felt like I was in another planet once I crossed the border. One big difference is in the appearance. The majority ethnic group in Cambodia is the Khmers. They are short and very dark skinned with a small nose and dark hair. In Thailand, there seemed to be two major ethnic groups. The Siamese were darker skinned and those that had a mixture of Chinese were a lighter skin. They also had black hair, but were a little taller than the Khmers on average. I admit to not knowing much about the ethnic groups in either country, so this is kind of a generalization, but one based on observation.
It can be difficult to adapt to these differences in the countries while traveling because it is a lot of work to try and acclimate to the culture you find yourself in and then by simply crossing the border, many things have changed. I spent a month in Thailand and was on the verge of becoming comfortable even in places off the beaten track where not much English was spoken. With my limited Thai I could get my point across. For instance while eating lunch the day I left the country I asked the waitress for chilies to make the food spicier. She did not know what I mean. I recalled that “phet” meant spicy from my classes. I said that and she repeated it, turned around, and retrieved the chilies for me.
Also, you have to get used to a new currency. Cambodia makes this pretty easy as they love American dollars. Just about everywhere posts their menus with American dollars so you can use either American money or the local currency. What is kind of odd is that they do not use American change, only dollars. I was standing behind a guy in the gas station and he paid for two waters that were 75 cents each. He gave the clerk two American dollars and the clerk handed him back 2000 riels. I was given advance knowledge of this and brought plenty of American 1$ and 5$ bills, which helped a lot. Once in Siem Reap I learned that the exchange rate was 4000 riels for an American dollar. This meant that they totally ripped us off on the bus at the border as they told us we would get 2000 riels in Siem Reap and offered 2300. Fortunately, I only converted twenty American dollars here, which was a loss of about eight dollars, but it is pretty annoying anyways. I felt sorry for people that converted more.
After waking up and feeling a bit exhausted from the night before I kind of lounged around the guesthouse and had some coffee and tried to figure out what to do. There were some people at the guesthouse that were trying to pressure me into hiring them for a guide, but I wanted to tour the temples by bike as that was suggested in the Lonely Planet, and I did not want to go down there right away anyway. I decided to walk into town and found an internet café. I had to dodge many moto-bike drivers along the way that wanted me to hire them for rides.
After two hours in the internet café writing up my crazy day of travel from the day before I had lunch. The lunch place had several town bikes advertised for 1$ per day. I decided to take them up on that and rented a bike. I really had no idea where the temples were, but there were some signs that pointed me in the right direction. About a mile from the bike place my bike all of a sudden lost all power to move forward. After closer inspection, I realized the chain had completely snapped. I had to walk the bike back to the place. This was really a pain because it was really hot, and I was hung-over, so extra effort like this was definitely not welcomed on this day. I returned to the bike place and they gave me a new bike and it was take 2 for my departure for the Temples.
I found the road to the Temples with no problem and cruised up to the entrance and an official looking policemen pointed me into the park entrance where I paid 40 US dollars for a three day pass. Now the Temples were amazing and more than worth it, but what was strange was that this price was way out of whack with the local economy. I guess they put a Seven Wonders of the World luxury tax on the tourists. This is even more expensive than any Western attraction of the same type. I would not have a problem paying this fee, but it was doubtful it was going to the ones that needed the money from these funds, which is the country and the people of Cambodia. There was a rumor that some Australian company had bought the rights from the country and all the money was going to this company. If this is true it is absolutely heinous. From first hand observation I could say that the country could really use the proceeds from this source to fund a better highway from Thailand to Siem Reap.
I pedaled on to the main temple which was the first stop. I parked my bike and I was surrounded by young kids hocking postcards and guides. There was like 10 of them all yelling at the top of their voice, “mistuh, you buy my postcahd.” Thinking that if I bought something they might leave me alone I bought a group of postcards from one young kid. This strategy backfired as the rest of them just tried that much harder thinking they found a free spending sucker and they followed me with a fever pitch of voices and cries. The funny thing was they were selling postcards just like the ones I bought. I tried to reason with them and say I just bought ten postcards, why would I want to buy more? Ours are same, but different they replied and laughed. Unfortunately, this was the one of the annoyances of Angkor. At each stop you were attacked by these kids and also people selling drinks. It was great that you could buy cold drinks while driving your bike in the heat. It was not so great that there were 8 drink vendors yelling “mistuh, you want cold drink,” at me at the same time. It was also very sad because they were desperate for money and they were just so adorable. You wanted to buy something from each one, but that was just impossible.
This first stop was actually the main temple of the whole group and it was called Angkor Vat, and the rest of the area was named after this temple. I could see a ruined temple in the distance as I walked away escaping the vendors, and some spirals even farther in the distance. I was impressed with the first part, and took some pictures of the ruins. I then walked through and then there was a long walkway that led to the next set of temples. My breath escaped me as I walked through the back of the entryway and could see the Temple in all of its beauty set in front of a clear blue beautiful sky with several coconut trees on each side. I was speechless while looking at this beauty, which was natural since I was by myself, but even if I was with someone talking I would have stopped talking once I caught sight of this wonder. I will always remember that first glance of this temple.
The whole mystique of this place is just indescribable. You have these amazing ruins that just rise out of the jungle. Thankfully, Siem Reap is much prettier than the dried brown landscape we passed through on the bus to get here. Half of the park is covered by a blanket of many trees with an abundance of birds and monkeys. The spires have jungle plants growing out of them and there are birds, who probably live in the temple that are constantly flying around them. It is hard to capture in words how amazing these ruins are. The ruins date from around the 10th and 11th century I believe. At this point Europe was pretty much in the dark ages. I was thinking this would be a good lesson to teach students. It would show that Asian people were doing incredible things while Europe was just getting started with their civilization, which would discredit many stereotypes that Western Culture is far superior to the rest of the world.
After walking around for awhile, I hit the next temple. There are over 137 temples in the area. The most spectacular are found in the general area around the main Angkor temple. After a 1 km bike ride, I arrived at the next temple and stiff-armed a few more postcard peddlers and made my get away. This one was on a large hilltop, and I was huffing and puffing as I got to the top. This temple was called Pnom Bahkeng and was a series of terraces that culminated in a little square pagoda at the top. I had to climb these stairs, which were pretty steep, but eventually got to the top. Siem Reap is for the most part pretty flat, so this temple on this hill looked over everything, and it was an amazing view. There was jungle as far as the eye could see to the north, the temple I just visited to the south, a lake to the west, and farm land to the east. Swallows were flying all over the place and they made this surreal noise as they buzzed past your head. It was pretty windy and as they buzzed past your head it made this strange swishing sound, and there many birds up there, so this cool noise was almost constant. I also saw two beautiful bright green parakeets fly over in the jungle area to the north.
Despite the beauty of the scene, the author was feeling like hell. I was feeling the effects from the night before with Ollie and Harry. Also, it was extremely hot and the pedaling in the heat was also taking its toll on me. I sat in the shade and drank some water, and read a little. Despite the fact that this was one of the major temples, there were few people here now and it was very quiet. Soon I was fast asleep. The reason that this temple was quiet was because everyone herded to this temple to watch the sunset. Near sunset a horde led by Japanese photo tourists of concert going proportions flocked to this temple, but at other times of the day the temple was nice and peaceful. I woke up and felt a little better. I hoped that sleeping at a temple is not some bad luck or an offense. I saw a few Buddhist monks when I awoke, but they did not seem to mind that I was sleeping off a hangover at a holy place. I thought to myself that it would be cool to do a drunken hung-over tour of all the Seven Wonders. That would be great to say that you took a nap due to a hang-over at all Seven Wonders. I am not sure that it is possible though because I think that some of the Seven Wonders do not exist anymore. It would be difficult and probably impossible to get hammered and then the next day take a nap in the Hanging Gardens of Babylon.
It made me curious what the criteria is for a wonder being a Wonder. I wonder about a lot of things, but most are not true Wonders of the world or even anything that anyone but me would care about. For instance, at the moment on the temple I was wondering why I felt so bad after having such a good time the night before, or for that matter why so many fun things in general are deemed wrong. This train of thinking got me curious to what the ACTUAL Seven Wonders are. I wonder also if there was an ancient Seven Wonders committee that voted on this.
After writing this I soon discovered that there are different categories for the seven wonders. For instance there are the seven wonders of the ancient world and seven wonders of the modern world. There are even a seven wonders of the medieval mind whatever that means. In fact everyone is trying to get into the seven wonders thing. I even found a USA today seven wonders list. There is also a new seven wonders campaign that had a vote over the internet. Check the site below for the winners. Ankgor, unfortunately, was a finalist, but did not win. After my visit here I am inclined to think they got robbed. I am thinking of making a new list. The Seven got screwed wonders of the world.
After waking I descended the steps and returned to my bike. I bought some drinks from one of the vendors while the other seven vendors seethed in jealousy and tried to sell me what I had already just bought. I said no thanks, and then they said “next time mistuh?” I told them sure, which was a mistake because I learned that they have long memories. Each temple was beautiful and amazing in its own right. What was really great was that each one was a little different than the one before it. I guess that each of these temples was made by the Kings of Angkor, and each one tried to out do the other. I saw many temples over the next three days and I did not get tired of seeing ancient temples.
The next temple was called Bayon and the highlight of this temple was that it had these faces of Buddha chiseled on these stone monuments, and the faces were chiseled identically on all four sides of these square pillars. The symmetry on all of the temple designs was really incredible. A lot of the temples were square and had stairs on all four sides and each side was identical to the next one. The precision to accomplish this was truly a great architectural feat and that they had the knowledge to carry this out during the ancient world is truly a phenomenon right up there with the Pyramids.
It was getting dark, so I drove a little farther to one more temple, which I believe was a wall devoted to a leper king. I was approached by some scary looking Cambodian teenagers who got me to take a picture in front of the wall and then gave me a little background. I normally would have been grateful for this service, but I did not ask for it and I knew it was going to cost me. I was a little afraid that they may take my camera and run while as I was in this pit in front of a stone mural. This was the one time I felt a little fear from another person on this trip. It was getting dark and the crowds were all gathering at the hilltop temple, so I was somewhat alone. I gave them some money and they tried to get more from me, but I swiftly walked away back to my bike and pedaled all the way back to the guesthouse. When I arrived back to the guesthouse Dave the Australian who hung out with Ollie, Harry, and I a little the night before was going to dinner. I told him I was going to take a cold shower and if he did not mind waiting I would join him in a minute. Dave was traveling around the world for a year. I thought that my three month trip was epic, but I am meeting quite a few people like him that are traveling around the world for a year.
We had a great dinner. We talked the whole dinner about traveling and shared experiences that we have encountered so far. Dave had the luxury of taking his time since he will be out for a year. He was going to stay in Siem Reap for at least a week and was not even going to get his three day pass for a couple of days. Like many of my friends that envied my three month trip, I was envying his year trip. After our dinner complete with a few Angkors we returned to the guesthouse. I soon went to bed because I wanted to wake up the next morning at 4:15am. The sunrise emerges right over the Angkor temples, and I have heard that the sunrise at the temples is not to be missed. One thing that is nice about South East Asian weather is that it is very predictable. In Chicago if you are a tourist and are counting on the weather it can be pretty iffy many times. In Cambodia during the dry season one can count that the sun will rise at 6am with no clouds and it will soon then be hot as hell.