Angkor Wat is one of the very great wonders of the world, a real marvel constructed at the height of the Khmer Empire way back in the twelfth century. Whilst Europe still languished in the midst of the Dark Ages on the other side of the wolrd the good King Suryavarman II was making full use of an excess of slave labour to construct what remains one of the world's most impressive architectural grandeurs, an enduring testament to the size of King Suryavarman II's ego. But you haven't come here for a history lesson, you've come here to see a whole bunch of pictures. Well, maybe that isn't what you came for originally, but it's what you're going to get, because I'm feeling pressured to get this blog post out to the world, and I don't have time to do any writing. Which is okay, because I feel I can sum up the day best with photos, and I don't have any good stories about my day at Angkor Wat anyway. Well, there was one story about me giving money to a prostitute, but you don't want to hear about that (it was in exchange for a pineapple shake, Dea, honest!)
They say that Angkor Wat is best seen at sunrise, but my body said that my bed was best seen at sunrise, so I didn't get to Angkor Wat until a bit later. I decided straight away that I was not going to be able to avoid getting tourists in my photos
I got lost on a trail in the jungle for a bit when I tried to take a shortcut to get away from all the tuk tuks on the road. It was pretty exciting, until I came to a dead-end and had to back-track
That was going to be it for my exciting day at Angkor Wat, but then just as I was preparing to leave I met David and Elena again, the cycling couple that I'm sure you remember me meeting before. You remember? Don't you? So we watched the sunset, which was rubbish, and then cycled back to Siem Reap together amongst the cavalry of tuk tuks and tour buses, and that was that