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.