And I could see why.
Ancient
 temples, built a thousand years ago, out of stone. The carving was 
intricate and had me agape; the amount of work and talent needed to chip
 away such intricate designs was incredible. The temples were built not 
by slave labour, as I had dreaded, but by local people who wanted to 
improve their karma and would take a year to donate to work on the 
temples.
I was in awe of the stone, of the dedicated 
work to create this, of the elephants which would have transported the 
massive stone blocks; horrified by the bullet holes from the Khmer Rouge
 but given hope by how this country has begun mending itself after that 
tragedy.
There are one thousand temples in the 
expansive Angkor Wat area, the most famous being Angkor Wat itself, with
 the famous five peaks that are printed on Cambodia money. Now a 
Buddhist temple, it was built as a Hindu temple and is the largest Hindu temple in the world. 
Temples
 with moats, towers, endless levels and passageways; I was back in that 
fanciful world of childhood structures: sand castles and crayon castle 
drawings, but these were far more awe-inspiring and fantastic. And what 
was amazing; we climb over most of it. Had this been the states gates 
and ropes would have blocked off most of everything. But I picked my way
 up impossibly steep stone steps, jumped around fallen stone blocks, and
 could trace my fingers in the ancient stone carvings. I wonder how many
 years it will take them to close it up for preservation, if they ever 
do. This is Cambodia, not Yellowstone.I couldn't even try capturing the magnificence of the Angkor Wat temple or any of the other grand temples in a photograph; instead these photographs grasp at a few of the details.
| Buddha smiles. | 
| The girl on the far right is not actually a traditional Apsara dancing girl, if you couldn't tell. But at least she's not in stone. | 
| A crumbling temple split apart by strangling figs. I found compelling the interweaving of ancient holy stone with the disregardingly powerful tree and steal human intervention. | 
| Probably the oldest horse I've ever seen. All day I kept repeating to myself "a thousand years old" but I still struggled to wrap my mind around this. | 
| Tourists, pooled from all over the world, gather in this one unbelievable place in.....Cambodia. | 
 
3 comments:
I always enjoy following along with your travels — even if I don't comment much, I'm reading every post!
I never realize how tall you real are, nose to nose with a god. Funny, I would never thought of that. Yeah that was back when the girls never wore tops, those were the days. .When a man was a man and a women was a women.Curt
yay! Glad you're coming along! ~SW
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