Countries : 2
Cities : 8
Massages : 6
Time away : 40 days
Books read: 6
Siam Reap we bid farewell after an overstayed visit and yet it didn't seem that long. I intended to stay for about 5 nights and I think I actually stayed for 9 nights ...maybe more. Although the city itself is awesome and has so much to offer I think a large part of my prolonged visit was due to the amazing hotel myself and Jonny stayed at. Not the Green Banana as was our home for two nights but the incredibly family friendly Mandalay Inn. $7 a night for a TV, wifi, quality showers, rooftop gym, deep wooden architecture and just the best atmosphere you could ask. The only thing lacking was a view but I can deal with that.
On two of the days we visited Ankor Wat and the surronding temples. Without a doubt one of the best parts of my whole travelling experience so far, just to see the build work, to wonder at the detailed carvings, to climb the steepest of steps, meeting people that lived in the temples and bargaining and joking around with the children who rush to sell you random souvenirs and the way they try to make you feel bad for not buying something.
For example after I had no money left, I said sorry to a girl since I couldn't buy anything she stunned me with her reply of "sorry doesnt mean anything, it only brings me sorrow". Astonishing and poetic even if she didn't realise it, but it really did make me think about the people here. They are around one of the great sights of the world and yet they can't think about enjoying it since they're far too busy trying to fill their bellies with something. Yet even with this extreme poverty you cant tell at times especially with the children's smiling faces and playful mannerisms (take a scenario where Jonny and I where surronded by kids and their high pitched voices selling books and trinkets and one young boy just stood and looked at us and played his wooden twangy thing and smiled without saying a word. That was powerful enough for Jonny to purchase one from the lad.
Amongst all this was the real childish feel you got in some of the temples, the real life imagination you had as a child when pretending to be Indiana Jones / Tomb Raider. Climbing around things, losing your footing, jumping around, pressing bricks and hoping for secret passages to reveal themselves to you and being in general awe by buildings built over a thousand years ago!
Although there was this feeling in some temples in others there was a deep spiritual calm which came over myself where we would just sit and soak it all in. Or when softly speaking to the monks and finding out about their way of life and them about us.
I won't say much anymore about the temples aesthetically because I'd either not do it justice or I'll be writing forever, so you can either Google them or come and visit, I recommend the latter as either a visit or even as a kind of pilgrimage for Buddhists and Hindus. An experience I wont easily forget.
This brings me on to our tuk tuk driver Cat, he was in a word - legendary! We would step out the temple and within seconds he'd be there next to us waiting to take us to the next place. He looked after us giving hints and tips and just being a really nice guy, very softly spoken gentle fellow who while waiting for us would be studying business modules. After dropping us off at 6 after starting at 4.30ish he would go to school/college till 9.30. Cat had incredible drive, I simply can't imagine that kind of life.
Another day we visited the floating villages. We set out with the horizon in our sights and carried on this way for about twenty minutes or more. Along the way we caught sight of people picking of plastic bottles to recycle for cash, some attempting to fish in the shallow waters and some bathing in the brown and murky liquid.
Then from out of nowhere it seemed the horizon became populated with boats, not one or two mind you but near a thousand just bobbing up and down littering the landscape ahead. In these boats lived up to 9 or 10 persons, something I simply couldn't fathom, it is where they eat, sleep, rest, play, learn and live. This is poverty.
Why do they live on boats in Tonle Sap lake? Well they have to, they're too poor to buy any sort of land and so they live out on the water. To the extent that whilst the men go to fish as their only source of real income, the women paddle towards tourists with one hand and newborn in the other and beg for money. Its not just one village though, we heard there is near 50 or more villages which have over 1000 people living within them on boats across this lake.
Now its not all doom and gloom however as there are floating schools here which teach and feed the children each day, supposedly the best way to donate anything to the community is via the school yet even after doing so and visiting them I couldn't imagine how they can take in information when there's so much noise around the school from passing boats and there is over 50 students per classroom.
It does make you think and as cliche as this is I was truly grateful to be lucky enough that I was born in a privileged country and family.