Angkor Sunset

Up on this mountain, I "climbed" up as said by my story teller guide. To be honest, I just walked up the hill for 20mins, climbed up few steep stairs, no biggies. There were people "climbing" by riding on the elephant though. I felt like they so want to live in stone age when one can deprive rights from the "inferior" or the less powered.

up on the mountain, with a small Pagoda, over looking the Angkor area, was quite breath taking. I was sitting crossed legs writing, meditating at the edge of the temple. Within an hour, I suddenly found myself sitting from tranquility to louder and louder noise. I looked around, it was full of tourists arrived around me trying to watch the sunset as well! It was fucking noisy. Those fucking Korean, Chineses were so fucking loud. people running around taking photos and shouting. I wondered do they actually realize they are being inconsiderate and going to destroy the beautiful sunset. I felt so fucking trapped. Compared with my visit to the little local villages up north, the gentle natives; the natural space; the solitude, I turned myself in to hell where it supposed to be heavily beautiful. I almost want to ask politely "do you mind to keep the voice down?" to the Koreans behind. However, when I looked at them, their happiness with those fucking noisy laughs, stopped me. I guess they have the right to do whatever in this open space. So, I decided to cover both my ears with my hands. Wishing the sunset will be over soon and wondering if this is how it works , louder you are, the happier you can be. Whatever it is, I was the one feeling annoyed while they were happily enjoying their own noise.

sleepy in Siem Reap

yeap. staying in bed was the best thing I could do since arrived in Siem Reap. It's the worst thing too but after all, not a disaster that happened even before my usual bed time.

I felt extraordinary ill on plane stopping over 3 hours in Singapore from HK to Siem Reap. Time just stopped for me there, unpleasantly. A prearranged cabbie holding a paper sign" Parol" up at the exit of Siem Reap Airport. I thought, yes, god, my savior, I am whoever you call me, Parol, Carol, Taro, that's me! My phone rang when he grapped my bag, dumped into the trunk and shut it. My sister called and said the arranged free driver was on his way. Cabbie refused to give me back my bag when I requested, and yelled, "you are Parol right? I am your drive now. The other driver is not free today!!" I pondered but I crawled into the cab, thinking, in no way I could get back my bag if were not taking his. I almost threw up on my way, cold sweat and thinking am I gona die in Cambodia without even gotta see the Angkor Watt. My sis and the charity organizer already at the Guest house greeting me with 2 hands, whispered "the free one is now at the airport". Gosh, there gone my 7usd. and I almost forgot, a greeting of" everyone I picked up are happy, expect you!" from the cabbie.

So there, lied in bed for the next 24 hours. I always love sleeping, slept in Siem Reap just never so much.