Ask about heartstrings breeze-Cambodia travels

Preface

Not a photographer can use Omni-directional camera to show the beauty of Angkor, nor is there an author can use simple language to describe its mysteries.

Although there's a lot of great photographers and archaeologists and explorers to writing a biography of Angkor, text and pictures of expression remains limited. Angkor unique charm, you need to see for themselves. For thousands of years of wind, no damage to its magnificent and solemn, but give it put on a veil of mystery. Broken statue and patterns carved stone, people couldn't help in tracing their initial appearance, admire the decor are exquisite skill, sorry it did not have complete preserved. Time in a land erosion have flows the exquisite carving, storm knocked down a solid pillars, and the dome has been worshiped God, Buddha had already disappeared, and the surrounding forests are looming even destroyed the gates and walls. Facing the forces of nature, we can do. There's nothing I like better than to see beautiful things a little bit away more distressing. On leaving the Angkor, I again and looked at photographs, remembering in Angkor through the days and nights of short, happiness and sadness mixed feeling impact of harshness in my heart. I finally understand previously had seen an article on Angkor travels names: the beauty of Angkor, the pain of heart. Maybe, I'm interested in Angkor starts, just because this word. The original I cannot understand, the beautiful has only brought sensory pleasure, what will make the heart ache?

I seem to forget a word: since ancient times, the beauty will see bald Earth.

Angkor than I initially but is an unattainable dream, precipitation in the mind, age, as it's become more familiar with and understanding, but I never expect to achieve it in the past.

When I came across in the left General desk found an introduction of Angkor travel, our exchange of results is: "If there is a chance that we have a few people, to go along. "Nobody thought that a few months later we really get started. Wait for the process is nervous, suffering and sweet, because nothing but cannot take place. Wait until the flight and travel are defined time has entered the countdown, then the bustle and organization of work, and to walk the night before 11: 00 a still not pack. To the airport and I also like the fall fog General stupor and no realistic. Really going? sat in the waiting Hall of dark green benches that looked out the window of the golden sun shining down azure Viet Nam aviation aircraft, my heart was so nervous, just want to put your own body is buried in the hands of the coffee cup, I'm scared to death. If you see Angkor than expected better, what should I do? with everybody that would not be angry, I tore? psychological silently prayed: C'mon, Angkor, never let me down.

Angkor VAT — Cambodia photos

When I stand in front of the trestle of Angkor VAT when I knew that all the worries are superfluous.

But my heart that distant but vague dreams have become reality. It was originally in someone else's lens in the postcard scene today in the hold is just before eyes. The sky is blue, the sun shines in the afternoon, Angkor Wat Golden wall, dazzling. Sparkling moat water around the ancient Angkor Wat, blowing down the moat amidst the cool wind away the heat of the afternoon. Yes, this is the Angkor complex, the most representative buildings – Angkor Wat, it is said that the world's largest temples, while its silhouette was printed in Cambodia's national flag as a symbol of the country. Rectangle of moat long 1500 m, width 1200 m, closely surrounded, Angkor Wat, the past in order to defend the enemy the water also keeps the crocodile. River crossings have stand waiting for the male lion, although worn but still keep your heads come in dignified attitude. Trance in the thinking of ancient Chinese Ming dynasty of foreign envoys week of dominating — which is the earliest record of the Angkor Empire----first arrived in the capital of the Khmer Empire is also the time here with uneasy feelings waiting into a golden Castle an Angkor King Suryavarman II? he saw when the other side of the moat, Angkor Wat, as I usually have a moment of trance, realized there are Chinese palace grander magnificent buildings. China Palace gives a feeling of grandeur and rigorous, Angkor VAT to bring people's is brilliant and beautiful. Also do not have access to Angkor, just when it first, I was shocked. All love is love at first sight, who is not?

Step by step walk through bridge, at the foot of the long stone height not one, but still solid.

Angkor Gates is not wide, can only allow two visitors at a one in. Go through the gate is open, the visitors were crowded with visitors. Some locals in open land wedding, the bride is dressed in a gorgeous evening dress, lining up their tanned skin health. We quickly through the crowd, along the Yong road went on. Yong road left open space there is a well-preserved sandstone building, is said to be at the library. Curiosity I left the road down the steps, around the small building and view, and then leave the main road, along the others stepped out of the red path ahead.

In a lush trees, the terrain in some iron, there is a small pond.

Perhaps because it is the dry season, the water in the reservoir and several clusters in the Shui water lily bloomed with bright pink flowers, water falls out of the five not far from Angkor Wat, pagoda, it represents a Buddhist legend Buddha residing xumeshan, Angkor the most typical architectural form. Little fish occasionally come together top light Kiss, the reflection in the water gently shocks, broke into a thousand pieces, and then slowly gather to scrape a picture. Soft white clouds slowly floating, Sun also unwilling to move its footsteps, wander in water lily delicate petals. The original ancient vicissitudes of cavern in the picture has fantastic fresh and vivid works, let me madly, long reluctant to leave. Then a little monkey do not know where to drill out, ran to the edge of the reservoirThe stone and sat down, hunched over a holding up the water to drink. Sign next to the pool also runs on sat a group it's Companion, squeaky yaya, down into the master of Angkor Wat.

Angkor Wat temple of porch with exquisite murals are visitors of finger Chuck a polished, now in order to protect the stone has stopped up and have a hand inspection.

The main hall there are still a dried-up pond, the legend is for people to place on the net as hand-washing. Ladder along Dim out of the Hall, I found that the five stone is so high that if you want to climb it is necessary to climb the steep stone steps. Although there are stone steps on all four sides, but only the South side of the middle of the stone steps built fine railings, visitors can climb up from any direction, but if you would like to have from the railing to the next level down would have to stand in line. Tour tips we time too late to get an early look at sunset mountain nesbakken, the camera in my hand without the lens cap so you take place in camera bag called the others, we can only step of shadow rarely sit for a while. I haven't had a chance to climb up at as my trip only regret. As a remedy, in the next few days I tried to see it on the bench, no matter how high and steep. Sunset mountain nesbakken

Sitting in the mountain nesbakken loose sand rock base, watching carefully climbed by visitors, my heart began to quiet down.

Before many or irritability or anxious mood like a soap bubble-like a shattered. Sunset every day, simply sit and talk without moving to watch the sunset but it is rare. If at home, must pass on the sofa, in the hands of a cup of tea, staring out the window on the Red Sun overpass far-fetched to wound spring and autumn. This Equatorial country on the brink of collapse of soil-the temples, in order to keep a piece of terrain good rock and one movement did not dare touch of I, it is childish and very funny. Western Red Red Sun endless primeval forest seems to run a day tired of beast, fade, restless and wild quietly creeping in feet. Northwest direction there is a small piece of waters, reflective light with gold. At the end of the horizon is Misty Grey mist, Sun through the underground, the last to fall into the gray wave, skylight with Dim, dark night and can't wait to squeeze sites to drive people to go down the mountain. Go to the foot of the boring cars, four lane has black skin, wagon are lit a lamp, light exposure to dust, time parking and only a road full of such as Pro Armageddon disarry animal-like swirling flows of people indiscriminately. Our car is hard through the crowd in the direction of the town, the dark heavily. The Siem Reap River, the car entered the Siem Reap town, our fantastic journey is forcefully switch to modern social scene. In the center of intersection of the tree, praying woman at ignite a bunch of fragrant slowly into statues, incense, powder into thick branches. Just lit by Neon with English and Khmer mixed "CAFÉ/PIZZA" words, and a handful of visitors walking down the street in the night, and a modern society presents its attractions.

Angkor VAT Sunrise

The alarm clock to wake me when it was dark, I awoke thought just after midnight.

Quickly ran to the door of the hotel lobby, just walked a large recreational vehicles. Punctual driver has been waiting for. Seed, ground hurrying car car quickly entered the scene. Drivers Whispers say to us ". "I'm jumping out of the mist, only to find themselves standing at Angkor on the bridge. The beauty of light that will see the bridge on the handful of tourists walking in to Angkor Wat, Sun-blowing Cold Stone, just wear a vest of I'm a trembling, finally woke up. Felt across the door just to see the day a little brighter and I snapped to catch, the mouth shouting "hurry, the Sun to rise up," but don't know where is a good place to watch the sunrise. I jumped on the library of high-profile, here have been early people accounted for, and jump down the steps to running the reservoir. The water's edge also station full of people, there are a number of apparently organized tourists has a sliding row open sitting in red plastic chair, like waiting for the big show starts. I they must attack first of this edge in several photo next to the old guest, also die with support from a tripod, turn on the camera. Angkor Wat is a sitting East towards the West building, behind the Sun hid in the main hall refused to come out, only the day light and more light, and face our Hall East wall and meadows are a dark. The grass like squat with unknown beast, spying on this side of the intruders, watching these people a strangely crowding, silence, waiting. Suddenly, an award-winning Phnom Penh mounted in the Hall wall of gap, and the gap is getting lighter, brighter cannot open. The crowd began to stir up the sound of the shutter. Maybe just close your eyes for a moment of rest, and then open eyes, the glare of the Sun is already flooded grassland, all enveloped in pale golden sunrise. As if slammed gongs ringing, a man jumped out to shout: the end of the performance! crowd dispersed, some of the children merrily ran over while a visitor to the coffee for breakfast, some people warmly got chatting and others towards the depths of the grass, where leisure walking horse and get up early to stall hawkers. All are stretching sideways and enjoy this short and good times. And I have not so cold that time is up, the back to the hotel.

Pre Rup Lapu Temple

Pre Rup is a red brick building, in the afternoon bright sky down red Bough.

This red-brick building in the Angkor monuments is rare. The entire monastery, into the door is a high level, there is no other way. I'm not saying all sorts of climb. Red volcanic rocks on the stone was Khmer hot sun baked warm but not hot, this kind of porous stone easily heat dissipation, extra heat in the surface of the hole in the volatile. Hands and feet climb high, the main hall of the corner sat a few tourists, lazily enjoy breeze of leisure time. If you can't get back in town around noon, where lunch can be considered a good idea. Digs up the door to see the main hall was nothing, ITurning around the platform.

Platform with a smaller four-Tower, in the middle of a main column that is typical of Angkor-architectural pattern.

Because it is built of red brick and clay, stupa surface weathering of very powerful, only one side of the wall also left a little fairy statue, but mottled almost illegible, like horror films have magic in is becoming dry witch. Platform on the South front of the stone steps two well-preserved stone lions, sees a vast wilderness of the Khmer. A gust of wind across the ancient forest, wind stupa on top of the Bacillus subtilis bent back, but can't get the feeling of dry heat. I indent stupa of shadows, squinted, aimless visits at the front of the green. In this endless Woods, I do not know how many little-known treasures lay in the jungle of arms, as time goes by, gradually dilapidated collapse. Also I wonder if there are no fearless explorers, efforts to discover new miracle does.

Banteay Samre

On my way to the palace women, there was a little small temple is located in the jungle of the big Woods.

Here visitors are few, very quiet. After entering the gate into the mesh turntables blue stone walkways, winding-up, a string of stupa, like maze. Pagoda Spire consists of stacked layers of stone, carved tie-up with head of the Gaya, like Lotus petal-like cascade up package. It's a pagoda there are workers in maintenance, wear Green clothes workers are working at top, bare feet, who seems to have no protective measures. Promenade next to an open platform, seems to have had the House before, but now only in chunks of black stone lying in the green grass. Out of the gate, a long-Yong road leads to the far unknown jungle, the visit is no wind, everything as art as quiet, as if time has also come to a halt. Can we still wait for the car, the road is long, and not a destination.

Banteay Samre is not a very famous, not many tourists are generally not in a standard map of Siem Reap.

If you view including female Palace, larger map, you can go to the women of the Royal Palace, see on Highway 6. This quiet temples or worth a go. If you have time, you can sit in meditation for a porch, a dilapidated that Galileo can accompany you. Female Banteay Srei Royal Palace

Female Palace really lives up to its name, little space to accommodate a group after group an endless stream of visitors.

Female Palace is not big, but not high, the whole building is microfilm of the sculpture placed in clay, dapper, enriched with femininity. In order to better protect monuments, female Palace all independent buildings surrounding a railing against someone close, all visitors can only along the road to visit in the center of Ningbo. A Chinese tour guide for a group of Taiwan visitors said: "we see the building's roof patterns very beautiful, but unfortunately you can only see with a telescope. "That a group of people and joking. I suddenly remembered Backpack also to really take a telescope. Hurried out finely tuned focal length. It is no exaggeration to say that female Palace buildings, all stone pillar, a roof, mountain, or even the base, each brick, the eyes that are extremely beautiful carved patterns and pattern. Sculpture ways than other Angkor temples are more sophisticated and highly, and many are three-dimensional relief, so that the pattern more intelligent image, vivid. The contents of the female Palace sculpture is very complex, there is also a religious story living record of the Khmer Empire, a mythical character and Monster, also has room for the general public, or poultry. Of course, the manner of fairies. In fact, in the Angkor monuments in almost all of the temple you can see the little fairy. Their eyes have deep, rich, rounded lips and waist slim chest, legs longer than the upper body, barefoot and dressed in a long dress and ankles, wearing a long list of Pearl chain or solemn, or twist flowers smile, or dance, the posture of wonderful volley. A closer look, each temple fairy images vary. Angkor VAT wall Interior fairy dress up on most exaggerated, long hair with dancing headdress, but face is very serious, or even monotonous. Women's fairy save very good, you can't imagine out this is a masterpiece of the middle ages. They stand in the Sun, the light swing dresses, Orchid shaped fingers slightly furtively on his chest, saying that not all the charm and enchanting. If you look carefully, you can find the most unique small fairy, her one eye is closed, his face with a mischievous smile. Not much, not much to see, this unique and beautiful in the world were drunk, hard to extricate themselves. No wonder the addicted person Andre Malraux of France would be intended to steal these exquisite stone carvings. He is deeply in love with these works of art, love to wish cherished. It is ironic that he later had served as Charles de Gaulle's cultural ambassadors. Us-sometimes is dangerous, it will arouse the human heart of greed, unless the person who commits a crime, is not it? Bakong — Rolous Group

Roluos Temple ruins group left Siem Reap town, about 13 km, establish age earlier than Angkor.

It is said that the capital of the Khmer Empire from which it is moved to the city of Angkor. Relative to the main buildings of Angkor, Brolo temple complex does not have a clear architectural features that visitors are not very many. We only go to one of the temples Bakong. To rare a cloud covered the Sun, so we cool free passing to the cyan's base, a touch of rock like. Next to the ruins of a temple of modern, green-yellow walls, inside out bursts of sound Surat, probably late on lamas in the lesson. Temple Hall with two Cambodian houses, portals open but no one, the courtyard has a tall frangipani tree (plumeria), is covered with white flowers. Behind the tree is still afloat in the ponds of duckweed. Bypass the yard we see under a big tree several yellow monks sitting on the couch, there is a man sitting on the sidelines of the floor seems to burn anything. Approaching a look at the original is a small stove in cooking. Bakong temple's backyard has a huge tree, from the prodigious canopy over the entire yardThe big tree trunk several people also Wai fail to reach an agreement.

The Bakong Temple high seat, we came across several local kids are shabby, hair unkempt, bare feet.

One of the kids with a white egg flower delivery to us of a person's hand. The pure eyes let you can't refuse. But immediately from the delicate little mouth highlights the sentence: "one dollar!". Everyone was surprised that a mere just fell from the tree of flowers is a dollar a day. Maybe this is their way to the thing with you and your money, so they don't look like begging but rather in the transaction. If you don't give a child has been around you. Desperation we will be accompanied by another person who took out a can of chewing gum, everyone's a star. A little girl didn't get the sugar from the hands of the leak out in rock crevices. Her little boy hurried stooping to pull out of trouble for oneself. We had to give her a star. She grabs onto the mouth, and eagerly watching us. I think of the children in Beijing, I'm afraid that on this age are in kindergarten, eat good wear good hailed in the Palm of the hand, how could such a hungry eyes.

Then come back to town, I've come to the hotel, next to the small supermarket to buy some biscuits class snack, but after the trip, I had no chance and in close contact with the children.

If you go to Cambodia, please bring some chocolate candy for those cute little children, let their little hands put a flower blooming flowers on your Palm, let their little faces exposed than flowers also beautiful smile. Beng BEng mealea Mealea

To collapse the dense column before I see someone on the Internet travels to write good dense column collapse, what good, really do not know.

In fact, now that I think that it is indeed very difficult to describe.

Collapse of dense column is the distance from the Siem Reap city 40 km of the place in ruins.

Starting from Siem Reap to go about one and a half hours by car. Rural highway while not wide, but fairly flat, but there is a Department in the road, slightly bumpy bridges. The car through the little village, the old cottages and ragged villagers left behind. Poor man's House with dried sugar palm leaves on a floor General, put a hammock for normal rest, or circle with animals, some simply empty, children running around. Occasionally there are wooden and brick built House, painted orange color, by also taking the white corridor, oleander and other plants. Our eyes always and leisurely eating grass of cattle are met, then rare more strange call small called a "Bull!" "has a yellow and white have dimmed!" "!" vocabulary of poor such as kindergarten children. As the car into a flat, wide field, everyone is quiet down, and their respective thoughtful meditation. Roadside natural formation of small reservoirs of Lotus in full bloom and let us excited, these poor city dwellers saw artificial flowers, where you know the water lily this ancient plant is native to South Asia.

Finally, the driver stopped the car and told us to.

At the side of the humble little grass under the shadow of the canopy, we found a pig, it lay under the big tree in a pile of garbage like dead fall asleep, some bits and pieces of leaves of grass-root rot cigarette plastic bag, etc. things form a soft nest, it put the former .lie pillow in his head, eyes closed, motionless. The meantime someone rushed it threw up a little stones, hit its leg edges of a piece of bark, some soil cuttings fly up, showering its mouth, it suddenly opened, and quickly close, people thought it was just their own illusions. So everyone on it lost interest, turn around and cross the highway scenic walk.

Two statues that Galileo's statue at the roadside, as the only scenic spots.

Long dirt track upstream people rarely, locals are relatively more. Are leisurely walking sideways lurching, opposite hit once in the past just smiled. Maybe they've seen a lot of different costumes, speaks different languages around the world congregate here, just to take a look at the ruins.

At the end of the road is a small clearing.

Open stands a huge stone wall. The surrounding jungle surround, airless. Along the wall between the forest and the path to the left around the half of the week, we found a similar platform of stone. Some of the base column also stands up, some have joined together with the stone above the collapsed. I carefully climbs platform, in ur stone moved. Occasionally stepped on empty floating place, as soon as possible to jump over it. No one knows where to go, do not know whether at this step will sink into the rocks in the heap. The good news is that we will soon find a few solid can be feet slates. Third step and made two steps away from the platform back to the original soil. Also go see an uphill for a fairly complete envelopes, we rushed into hospital on slopes turn. Yard in Montreal are broken bricks. Two stone houses stand alone. The House where can see the original stone stone window, only the roof with sticks Lamma propagation of green trees, occupied the entire House. I am somewhat perplexed in the central courtyard, eyes, all are in ruins, where all seemingly channel are stone block blocked. The sun shines through the head of the branch in front of a dwarf tree. Green leaves room a spider is busy junction network, thin white silk enclosed in a small space. While we are alien intruders knocked out West to the East, knocked up, no road to follow. Maybe we shouldn't come in. All human traces here are already gone. The House was occupied, the corridor and the tree the door was torn down, all carved rock carvings are time chisel flat erase, only full of green grass, Moss, wanton to growth. Dejectedly returned along the original route, along the road and then go around in a circle back into the large junction, only to find the right of the original road is made of wood has long ladder leads to the ruins of internal, and we just came in to the left to go, so we go astray. The midday sun Sun-dizzy, but temptation we have taken steps along a ladder into it. This way to secure more, we are also able to put up in wood of high on stage a viewpoint ruins in its entirety. Yes, this is true of the ruins. Tree completely ruled this land of masonry and dilapidatedParty. Big tree trunk with the window tightly with incomprehension and frames, Qiu Jie bent roots down wrapped bricks, then crush it. The whole walls come tumbling down, still neatly arranged. What glorious, what all weak, indestructible, were all destroyed. In front of the power of nature, human beings have the feeling of panic and defeat. Angkor Empire from weak to strong until the busy, also escaped shengjibi failure patterns. History in the forward, time to be back in May we these ignorant tourists. In the ruins, all hope and perseverance have disintegrated. We thus fled away from disintegrating dense column.

From the collapse of dense column back on the road, all of them in silence.

It is noon to school, white blue dress girl or boy in white blue trousers are tanned skin, or riding a bike or walk, in a dusty village road, running happily laughing, they ran into a building with iron railing around the little school, gathered at the tall trees and lobby of the shadows. Have students two by carrying buckets of water to the reservoir water pumping the school gate, there is also a student at play in the yard of parallel bars or the seesaw, singing and laughter going in Khmer blue sky, flying and those clouds as far as high. In the vast red land, life is dull and continue.

Smile of national

Cambodia had brilliant civilization and strong economic strength.

In the 1950s when Cambodia can production bike. After decades of civil war, Cambodia's economic recession, the national strength and extreme. War every day to hear gunfire and Thunder, and every day could see someone be mine killed wounded. In Siem Reap town, street, in every little-scale monuments attractions are mine victims in the stall next to performing, generally with an introductory text and pictures. Sometimes along the scenic dirt track from a good distance to hear the sounds of folk music that hangs in the ear, billowing. Encountered such a show we will take the initiative to donate some money. Once we put the money is donated and Cambodia, one of the small band of members also sent us a copy of the brochure in English, record these victims with disabilities welfare organizations learn some tricks to earn their living situation.

Our Chinese tour guide is the fifth generation of Chinese immigrants, his speech is filled with the love of the country in Cambodia.

Absolutely no fear of war. In fact, in Cambodia, it was only eight years ago. Speaking always mouth upwards, to listen to when your eyes are always open. In his face, saw gentle as breeze smile, he talked about his career, his education, the Chinese at the University, and got a tour of the licence, are now able to earn more money, also speak Korean. All of it are expatiated, not our China diplomatically and accidents of tour guides, and more like a neighbour's College students.

Our drivers are a deep eyes of youth.

Since there is no university education, he was not able to obtain a tourist guide licence. But he said very well, knows a lot of knowledge. He has led us to a small road, just give us a look at the ancient stone bridge. The Khmer Empire, when there is a King was Thailand's Army defeated, his enduring hardships, the accumulation of a few years back to attack Thailand made final victory. Legend has it that he is the way to go to Thailand. Now this road leads to one of the main highway in Cambodia, Highway 6. Along the road No. 6, you can always reach the capital Phnom Penh, Cambodia. It is said that to Phnom Penh on Highway 6, there are also many similar stone, not like the bridge has been abandoned, there's the stone also in use. He took us through a small piece of land to the River watching a huge wooden waterwheel, the workers are maintained. The patient explain the function of the waterwheel and proud, especially by Cambodia appointed intelligence.

There are opportunities and a motorcycle driver chat, he said there was ten brothers and sisters, because house poor mouth, he only to the school they went out to work.

Due to the less educated, he can only do physical work and not to be treated like the guide such good work. Now he work side save money go to night school efforts. He was very talkative, but also not ashamed to talk about their difficulties in life.

We all encounter of others, whether they are market stall hawkers or street people, next to the chat and you will see a natural smile.

The absence of war and tyranny brought sad sad or cynical, there is a future life of the vision and the satisfaction of the current situation. Our stay was brief, may only be exposed to the Cambodian side of the opening to the outside, it simple customs touched our experience has shown us how to returning to the simple and happy-go-lucky attitude towards life.

Lonely Planet-Cambodia

This is a comprehensive Cambodia travel guide.

I'm in Siem Reap Street to two dollars of purchased price. Article about the attractions in its simplicity, is the perfect reference. Blue cover, I was the only trip in Cambodia. Photos in the photo I took this book appears on the branches: Thomannon's door and climbed PreRup fortress, frequents the sword in the Stone Temple of Angkor Wat, the next stop of the reservoir. I have worked in the dusty villages dirt track top read while walking, in the turbulence of the car while the book's content read to listen sleeping companion Hume eye spots on the map. It accompanies I spent time in Cambodia, collection at me all the memories of Angkor, also became a witness of my current trip.

PostScript

A day at the end of December, I stand at the Beijing CBD crowded streets, the red light.

It is time to work, it was getting dark, people from all come out in NYC, at the junction for a short stay, then cross to every corner of the city. The winter wind blowing everyone rigid neon lights reflecting the cheek, face a lurid tempered like steel. Put a little of the delivery of promotional materials in occupies a corner of the street and sidewalk, constantly passing pedestrians say the same words, warm and frozen at their face, while passing by people turn a blind eyeWalking with their body flexible eluding the outstretched arm.

I suddenly thought of Angkor, reminds me of those by the sun hot day, thinking of Angkor Sun, the Sun of beautiful carvings and ragged look bright children.

I-witted to reminisce can remember little, and then wildly trying to become a postcard postage stamps you can mail it to Angkor, in an evening in the dust of Siem Reap town post office old counter, be a rough black big hand slam the lid with a postmark. The recipient is who? is the wear purple dress pretty hotel receptionist or shy Chinese tour guide, or that has a deep vision of the driver, or ubiquitous little fairy Apsara?

Maybe I'm not going back.

In the short span of life, I'm just a rush of passer. My sadness has been very busy, take me to every new place. Just do not know, the next time I'll post.

2007-1-23 completion

(Angkor's silhouette)

(Pre Rup's noon)

(Banteay Samre silence)

(Angkor VAT Sunrise)