As promised, Mom's third (and final) blog post about her recent visit to Thailand; this story covers our last week together, traveling to ancient temples in Siem Reap, Cambodia.
-Stefanie
The flight into Siem Reap is gorgeous, green fields, laid out in perfect geometry, thatched buildings raised on poles dotting the landscape, forests on hillsides beyond the fields. For this plane ride we had perfect, clear weather for a perfect ride and landing. The airport is modern and spotless, tourists from every nationality imaginable stood in line with us to get the tourist visa. We took a taxi to our hotel which was about a 20 minute ride on a wide highway with practically no traffic. Next time, Estefania, we’ll take a Cambodian tuk tuk from the airport, just like we did on the way back to our flight back to Bangkok.
The Angkoriana Hotel was perfect! Its architecture is Khmer inspired, I think, with the use of rich woods throughout. I especially liked the carved 10 foot high room doors and the rich wooden staircase and carved banister that took us up to our room on the second floor. Estefania, you make the best traveling arrangements!
We tuk tuked down the Charles de Gaulle Boulevard at sunset towards the center of town and to its night markets and restaurants. The ride on the wide boulevard bordered by giant overhanging trees, the river on the left, motor bikes, tuk tuks, a few cars and trucks sharing the road was…..again……perfect. I followed Stef’s lead as we strolled through the streets and bazaars and ended up going up a couple of flights of stairs to an outdoor restaurant where I left all the ordering to Stef. Comida super deliciosa! I’m not very good as describing flavors and tastes, but I can say that Cambodian Kmer food is even spicier than Thai! Ouch!
We avoided the huge crowds as much as possible as we walked over causeways and climbed multi-chambered hallways all the while (for my part) gazing with awe at wall carvings and paintings, mythical Naga beasts and Apsara dancer sculptures, columns, lintels, vaulted rock ceilings, limestone, sandstone, imagining a kingdom of one million working on these gigantic monuments over eight hundred years ago. I’d go back in a heartbeat. What a privilege, Stefanie, to be able to touch these same carvings with my own hands and climb a hundred narrow steps to view the expanse of this project with my own eyes! De veras, Stefanie, un muy profundo – graciassss!
-Guest blogger: Cecilia Langley (Mom)
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