27 March 2017

Angkor Not III (because yes, I'm keeping count)

You know what Siem Reap is famous for?  Angkor Wat.  It is situated 7 km north of town.

It looks just like this.

You know what I didn't do in Siem Reap this weekend?  Go visit Angkor Wat.

Why? you ask.  Well because $37 just to go on grounds is a terrible ripoff, and the price increases by almost that much each day you stay.  Khmer people don't have to pay anything, but Whitey McCheeseburgerpants like us do.  I work hard, I pay my taxes, why the hell should I pay just because I'm white?

So, despite the fact that I was a mere 7 km south of it, I didn't go to Angkor Wat.  For the third time in a row.


My prior experiences with Angkor Wat/Siem Reap have not been good.  The first time I could have gone, it was with a group of folks in South East Asia for the wrong reasons, if you catch my drift.  I just made up some story about feeling sick and stayed home, then spent the last 7 years hating myself for it.

The second time I went to Siem Reap it was to see a friend for New Years.  I was still sick with thyroid trouble at the time, and she left me no guidance whatsoever.  I wound up getting locked outside the event, and she had no phone because she was hosting a performance.  So I stumbled around feeling awful until I came to a tourist information center, where they found me a hotel for the night (not an easy thing to do in Siem Reap on New Years).  I went back home at 7am the next morning.  Bummer.

This time I was pleasantly surprised.  I didn't go to see Angkor Wat, but instead chilled out around town for a day--mind you I hadn't slept more than a few seconds, max, on the night bus that took me there, and it was over 100 degrees Fahrenheit so it wasn't like I had ebullient energy or anything.  Ice cream, a walk around town, and a massage were just about enough for me.  You can see the pictures.



This is the sign from the road!
I woke up very early the next day to visit something even better than Angkor Wat--THE BUTTERFLY FARM.

You heard me--I woke up before dawn to ride my bike 25 kilometers along unknown roads just to see some damn butterflies.

Yes I did.





Of course, this left me with the problem of getting back to the guesthouse when I was done--which I boldly turned my bike toward, so that I could make it back before a) check-out time, b) getting sunburnt, c) the heat of the day.

Come to think of it, I failed on all 3 counts.

The guesthouse was good enough to let me shower, eat, and promptly pass out under the table for several hours before the heat of the day broke and I carried all my stuff back into town.

Before I took the night bus back home (I assure you, I slept like a rock), I managed to watch some local kids put on an Apsara dance, visited a Wat with some grisly remains, and have a lot of fish eat the dead skin off my feet.  They also gave me a free beer.  I don't know what it is about traveling in South East Asia, everyone gives you a beer.



I really hate beer, but this is the kind of thing that makes me wish I didn't.






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