Part II of My First Post: Traveling through a Historic City

Hello from Cambodia!

I apologize for not keeping up with this even though I said I would make a weekly post. It was inevitable that I would not have time though. There wasn’t enough time for me to start my field research so I decided to intern at the Cambodian Center for Human Rights (CCHR). I started two weeks ago and I am happy to be part of the staff. However, before I start talking about my current life, I still need to finish what I started. The first post was only a fraction of my month-long journey across Cambodia.

I left off with visiting Kampong Som. It was a pretty sleepy town because we went on a weekday. The ocean was gorgeous and watching the sunset as the rain started to clear up was also beautiful. I really appreciate the organic beauty of nature and you can experience it in Kampong Som. On the first day, I got sick. We either ate at the wrong place and/or my stomach was still adjusting to the new environment. I remembered just stopping in the middle of my meal and my uncle could see there was something wrong by the look on my face. My stomach couldn’t happen whatever I ate so bad that it would not even let the food digest so up it went out of me. TMI? I’m sorry, but I’ve never gotten sick like that to the point of where my body did not want the food reaching any other part of my system. But it was a lesson learned and I became even more paranoid and cautious afterwards. It was expected though since my body is in a new environment. Luckily, we spent only two nights there.

We left for Phnom Penh after because my grandma had to meet up with her Cambodian designer. We repacked our suitcases again and this time, we left for Siem Reap. It was about a 4 hours drive and the countryside is just beyond beautiful. I get motion sickness very easily, but the scenery made up for some of the bumpy, unpaved roads. The fields were very lush during that time of the year as the planted rice grasslands are just ready to be harvested. The tall coconut and/or palm trees with the mountain range shadowing in the background made the scenic drive absolutely beautiful. We arrived to Siem Reap around 4:30ish, just before sunset.  My grandma wanted to see Angkor Wat even though we knew it was too late to walk into the temple. As we drove by the mega structure, the beauty and sophistication of Angkor Wat struck my heart. Being in awe was an understatement. I was proud. I was speechless. I was home. Even thinking about it now overwhelms me with tears. There’s something very charming about Angkor Wat, drawing you in with its cosmic symbolism design.  The palaces and temples are built in the middle of large lakes to guarantee the fertility of the soil.  The Khmer empire was one of the most powerful dynasties between the 9^th and 13^th century. It was more modern than the city of London with its hydraulic engineering scheme, becoming the largest rice production empire during that time. The designers of the temples created its own architectural design, building temples that have last longer than any other buildings in Cambodia. What the China Wall is to Chinese people, the Angkor Wat is to Cambodians. But with every experience in Cambodia, I also witness a downfall and that is the state of the country now. From being one of the most powerful empire in Indochina to being a developing country today. It is really a struggle. I absolutely love Cambodia. I love the culture. I love the PEOPLE. I love its beliefs and value systems. But I am not in love with the current state of Cambodia, mainly the welfare of Cambodians. There is a connection I feel with every Cambodian here. They are “my people.” It makes it devastating to visit Angkor Wat and then see how the majority of people live here.

My relatives and I at Neang 12 Temples

Bayon Temple

We checked into a hotel and rested up for the next day. 6 o’clock in the morning and I am up and one of the late ones, which I found very irritating at first, having been used to waking up around 7 or 8 back in the States. Also, because my grandma is a beauty queen and takes forever to get ready so I’m usually waiting for her when I can be asleep. She’s cute. We actually shared make-ups--Estee Lauder, or I used hers. But people wake-up according to sunrise, especially those in the countryside to make use of their day and the sunlight. I was very excited, like an anxious little kid ready to get start the first day of school, or a dorky kid like me at least. I’ve seen images and video clips of people walking towards Angkor Wat and I wanted that moment too. I had to keep my mouth shut when we entered so that I wouldn’t be charged $30 an a foreigner for an entrance ticket. They questioned my grandma immediately because she’s very light-skinned for a Cambodian, but of course, she passed the test! Turns out, as long as you’re Cambodian regardless of where you were born or live now, you can get in free of charge.

The Walk

I have a video of my walk leading up to the magnificent temple (I’ll put it up once I have the time to upload it since it took nearly 2 hours just to put up these pictures). At first, you walk along the reservoirs, where the image of Angkor Wat is beautifully reflected upon the blue water. I'm sure you can google that exact image I just described. Actually, here it is: click here. Angkor Wat was once a palace, temple, and monastery—all in one, where an estimated 20,000 people used to live in this one mega structure. As we are walking up, my grandma is telling me a myth about why these large holes in the stone exists and according to legion, the builders used to be really big people and would pick up these stones with their fingers. The myth was busted by our tour guy and he said that elephants used to drag these stones from the mountains. These stones were carved out of mountains, which is one of the reasons why this structure still remains today. Our tour guy gave us an hour tour of the stories behind the carvings on each wall. The carvings on the wall are very intricate and detailed. I wish I could have lived back then or do a reenactment of life during the Angkor era. Words really cannot describe how happy I was there and how happy I was to see the excitement on my grandmother’s face. I am just going to have to post a video on my next post because it was truly magnificently ineffable, like a Stendhal moment.

My uncles and I climbed up unto the second floor and there was just another world. The temple is huge. I didn’t even get to see every little bit of it because it was very tiring to climb the little steps. I was such an obvious outsider, trembling because I am afraid to fall, while the little Cambodian kids just hop down the stairs as if it wasn’t anything life threatening.  Unfortunately, on this journey, I did not make it to the top level of the temple. I was wearing what I thought was a very conservative shirt, because it did not reveal anything but my arms, but even that was too much. I was denied access into the 3^rd floor because it is very religiously holy up there and the revealing of my arms was inappropriate. I was very mad because 1) there was never any announcement at the entrance and 2) I couldn’t walk back to the car because it was such a long walk and climb! Nonetheless, I was still satisfied with my visit and it was getting very exhausting anyway, especially in the glaring hot sun.  

It’s getting late so I am going to have to finish my post on Siem Reap tomorrow, but I hope you enjoy this and the pictures for now.