Dear Friends,
I wish I'd thought to close my eyes in the photo above. That way, you would have mistaken my profile for that of the Serene Buddha, right?
I've just returned from Siem Reap, Cambodia, where I spent two days touring the temple complexes of Angkor, and two days faffing around in town. I had joked on Facebook, prior to the trip, that I would discover there my inner Lara Croft, since Tomb Raider was filmed in the Ta Prohm temple. While apparently I don't have one after all (never having been a gamer, and having found the movie too silly to sit through), I defy anyone of my generation not to feel a bit like Indiana Jones while clambering around these jungle temples:
The true inner self that I discovered on this trip, however, was my "foreign correspondent" alter ego. I was a full month behind on my travel journal, and I had many postcards to write (since that is a medium surprisingly scarce in Bangkok--one can't even find postcards in the airport). So I spent significant time sitting in bars and cafés, on wicker furniture, under ceiling fans and terrace awnings, alternating between caffeine and cocktails, writing away. I'm a foreigner and I was working on my correspondences, so that counts as being a "foreign correspondent," right? The aesthetic certainly fit, although I thankfully wasn't in a war zone, like journalists were back in the day.
Below is a photo of a bullet hole (center left) in Angkor Wat itself. Thanks, Pol Pot.
Here I am on the causeway approaching Angkor Wat, practicing my Wonder-Woman pose:
Below are two photos that I posted together on Facebook, with the caption, "Two spiky creatures whom one might not expect to find in a 1000 year old temple complex in Cambodia: one that looks like a stegosaurus, and one who looks like Dr. Fiona Murphy."
My friend LH commented, "You could be twins!!"
Well, no one would ever mistake me for an herbivore, but there are some similarities.
LH: "You and the half naked lady, not the monster!"
The waist-to-hip ratio is about right. And the celestial nymph depicted in the carving might have eaten the dessert shown below, bought from a roadside stand. It is sticky rice with coconut, black beans, and some sugar, packet into a bamboo shoot and grilled. Delicious! And I got to feel like a Panda Bear, peeling away the bamboo to access the deliciousness inside.
This trip of a lifetime was enhanced 1000% by my amazing tour guide, Chhouk Tong Vatey, of "Angkor Explore" tours.
(Click here for her contact information, and her review page "Trip Advisor")
Cambodia had such a terrible stretch in the second part of the 20th century, but being at Angkor and seeing how deep the roots of this civilization are, witnessing how much a part of daily life religion is to Cambodian people, and appreciating Vatey's intelligence and patience and kindness in our two days together, all these things help put the dark history into perspective.
Vatey took me 60 kilometers off the beaten path, to Beng Mealea, the most ruined temple in Cambodia, one that has been taken over by jungle and vines. The area around this complex, unlike those in and around Angkor, was a stronghold for Khmer Rouge forces, so the land was heavily mined, and the reverberations from the explosions destabilized the temple and reduced much of it to rubble.
To hell with the Khmer Rouge. The "foreign influence" that they tried so hard to root out is now pouring money and opportunity into Cambodia, and the culture, education, and intellectual life of the Cambodian people, that they attempted to eradicate, is only getting stronger.