Showing posts with label Ta Prohm. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ta Prohm. Show all posts

Thursday, December 27, 2007

Day 3: Gone to the Temples Again

Another Sunrise at Angkor

5.00 a.m. We were on our way to the temples once again, this time armed with a ginger loaf.








Disneyland.... NOT!








an unforgettable sight

This time we knew what to expect and were much more confident about moving around to get a good view. We settled down on the main causeway to munch on our bread (which was excellent) and take photos.








sharing the sunrise with the hordes

All too soon our second and last sunrise at Angkor Wat was over. Our agenda for the rest of the morning was the temples on the Little Circuit, but first a little breakfast was in order.



Breakfast at Khmai Village Restaurant

We were about to ask Narin to bring us to a better restaurant for breakfast when he announced that we would be proceeding to a restaurant nearer the temples of the Little Circuit. Phew...

The Khmai Village restaurant proved to be a much nicer place, not least because the family running the place looked like they took good care of their pets!















We sat and watched the critters while our breakfast was being cooked. We had:







coffee







noodle soup with chicken







fried noodles with pork and vegetables

The food was fresher, tastier than that of the previous day's restaurant, the people friendlier, and the bill only came up to US$6.50.


The Little Circuit

Satiated, we were ready to face a day of templing.








local visitors at Sra Srang

Our first stop was Srah Srang. Narin who peppered our drive with little pithy comments termed this the "giant swimming pool for the king's 2000 concubines". In his words, life was good for the king in those days.

Opposite Srah Srang was the quiet, pretty temple of Banteay Kdei.








entrance to Banteay Kdei








still a place of worship








with a little modern help

We marvelled at how everything was being held together but we could not afford to dawdle, not if we wanted to get to the ever popular Ta Prohm temple - sadly now renowned as the site of the Tomb Raider movie - before the crowds arrived.








first view of Ta Prohm

Ta Prohm's real claim to fame is the fact that the temple is just partially reclaimed from the jungle, not wholly cleared like Angkor Wat.

















Sadly, we had arrived a little too late. As much as the ruins were fascinating, the ebb and flow of the crowds proved too much for us. It was frustrating to say the least.








egad, people everywhere

In the end, we left without even having seen the redbreasted parakeets that are resident at Ta Prohm. (That's just me; HM was not concerned about not seeing them.) We vowed to return, perhaps before we flew home to Singapore.

We pottered around the Little Circuit for a while more.








the unfinished temple, Ta Keo

Narin told us that Jayavarman V had had to stop the construction of Ta Keo because the temple was struck by lightning, not once but twice. If that wasn't a BIG no-no sign from the heavens, he didn't know what was. The temple was therefore left unadorned and henceforth abandoned.








the remains of a bridge

Then we passed by a bridge. Narin's comment - the Angkorians were better at building temples than bridges...









devatas at Thommanon

We finished up at two smaller temples, Chao Say Tevoda and Thommanon. Not having spent as much time as we would have liked at the temples, particularly Ta Prohm, it was too early for lunch. We ended up pushing our afternoon's programme forward, so off we went to Banteay Srei.


Banteay Srei

The drive to Banteay Srei, 20 plus km outside of Siem Reap, took a while. To tide us over till lunchtime, Narin surprised us with pineapple from a roadside vendor, something I doubt we would have had the guts (literally) to buy for ourselves, for fear of spoiling our holiday with the runs. With the chilli, salt and sugar mix, it was just the thing for a refreshing snack.









playground


Banteay Srei, the "women's temple" was the prettiest lil temple ever. Made from pink sandstone, it was ornately and exquisitely carved.






























By this time, the sun was blazing overhead, not a good time for photography, and the temple was not one of those under a canopy of trees. Moreover, the tourists had caught up with us, by the busload. It was time to move on.


Kbal Spean


12 p.m. We were hungry and Narin offered to drive us to a restaurant, but I had gotten it into my mind that it was the Blue Pumpkin or nothing. I figured we may as well swing past Kbal Spean, the "River of the Thousand Lingas", and then rush back to town. I would later find out that I figured wrong.

The road to Kbal Spean was our first unpaved road in Cambodia. Every car coming from the other direction was covered in red dust.









smoke screen

We turned into a carpark at the foot of a hill. Narin parked his car and told us that he would wait while we climbed Phnom Kbal Spean. He said the climb would take 45 min or so and then we should take lots of water with us. That's when I realised that there wasn't going to be a lookout point of some sort that we could drive up to, that it wasn't going to be a hop, skip and jump. When he saw me balk, Narin realised, with a start, that we didn't know what we were getting ourselves into. Apparently, the fact that we had come armed with our own itinerary had led him to think that we had also done our research in this area. Oh well, we were there. I decided we would climb the hill, at double speed if we needed to, with a good lunch as our incentive.

As it turned out, the climb wasn't as bad as it looked. It did involve a little bit of clambering up rocks and some potentially slippery slopes with loose sand, but the dirt track was sheltered by trees and the incline was relatively gentle, with the difficult bits nicely spaced out. HM who had skipped ahead reached the top first and even had time to circle down to the lower levels. I, with some huffing and puffing, got there eventually.









at the top









the sacred carvings with Vishnu reclining, and some of the linga

The water rushing down would eventually bless the modern day residents of Angkor, just as it had in the days of Udayadityavarman II (hehe isn't that such a cool name?) After a brief break to catch our breath, we headed back down the hill. Now that we knew what to expect, we took a little more time to enjoy the sights.









scavenging for shellfish in the mud

At the bottom, we surprised Narin who, expecting us to take a good while longer, looked like he had had lunch and was taking a nap at one of the local shacks.

On the way back, Narin suddenly pulled the car over at a roadside stall, hopped out and then came back with snacks for us.









a pink pao!

These were filled with simmered vegetables such as turnip and pork but, except for the filling and the odd colour, similar to the Chinese paos we get back home in Singapore. No wonder too, for, according to Narin, the stall was run by a Taiwanese family who had settled down in Cambodia.


Banteay Samre

Just when I thought lunch was within my graps, Narin stopped the car again. I had quite forgotten about Banteay Samre. Now I understood why Narin had thought it necessary to feed us a snack.









finally, a quiet deserted temple

Notwithstanding our hunger pangs and tiredness, not giving Banteay Samre a miss was a good decision. We were practically the only ones there. There were two other tourists, both on their own, a fortune teller and a guard of some sort. That had to be our quietest moment for the day; even at Kbal Spean, we met at least ten people at various points, going up and down the hill. If only all temple visits could be this peaceful!



a carved lintel

Finally, it was time to leave and not a moment too soon. Truth be told, we were just a little bit "templed out". Back in Siem Reap town, we parted ways with Narin. I had other plans for the next day, a trip across the Tonle Sap lake to Prek Toal Bird Sanctuary and Village, while HM wanted a day of leisure. Before he left, we paid Narin US$90 plus another US$10 tip for the two and a half days, and asked him to remind Soryar, on our behalf, about the driver we would need for the drive to Phnom Penh.


Tunch at the Blue Pumpkin

It was practically tea time by the time we had sat down, ordered and gotten served. Late as it was, it was a well-deserved treat.









masala chai and latte









sauteed tofu and black sesame salad









baby lobster and pumpkin soup









tau you bak or stewed pork in black soy sauce









caramel and cashew, and cinnamon

Again, everything was delicious. It was a little strange finding tau you bak on the menu - it's the kind of thing my mother would cook -but it was well executed. HM who normally doesn't like the dish couldn't get enough of the fragrant sauce, nicely infused with star anise and ginger. Before we left, we picked up yet another loaf, this time an olive one. Altogether, the bill came up to US$17.75.


Back at Shinta Mani

We took our first tuk tuk of the trip back to Shinta Mani. While HM went off for an evening at Shinta Mani's award-winning spa, I entertained myself with a little birdwatching next to the pool and writing up my notes for this blog, downloading photos, that kind of thing.









yellow vented bulbul

As agreed with HM, I would order something from room service while she was gone, so that when she came back, a light dinner would be ready. That was easier said than done, and quite unexpectedly so. This is what transpired: I browsed the room service menu then called the restaurant. The person who answered my call seemed to have problems locating the items on the menu. I repeated the items several times but to no avail. In the end, he decided to take down the names of the items anyway and told me that he would call me back. Five minutes later, there was a knock on the door. An apologetic elf had appeared to explain that the room sevice menu I had was outdated. He offered me a new menu and waited while I made my selection. Five minutes later, there was a call. The items that I had requested for, from the "new" menu, were no longer available either. It took another five minutes before the matter was finally settled.


chicken tikka sandwich


turmeric rice with grilled vegetables


prawn fritters, courtesy of the spa


cute glass of coke

HM returned, with a good review of Sanctuary Spa's services and facilities, and a platter of prawn fritters. Her 3½ hour-long package comprised a herbal bath, scrub, banana leaf wrap, massage and facial. At US$102, it wasn't the cheapest in Southeast Asia, at least not when compared to Bali or even Thailand, but it was way cheaper than what was available in Singapore. HM's final verdict? Good, well worth a try.

It had been a long day and I had an even longer day ahead of me. Other than my day trip, we were booked to watch an apsara dance in the evening. An early night it was.

Monday, December 17, 2007

Day 13: A Return to Angkor

Breakfast at FCC Angkor

We were up early. Our game plan was to get to Ta Prohm before the crowds. I would have loved another Angkor Wat sunrise, but I couldn't prevail on HM to rise and shine at 4 a.m. for the third time.




and now for something completely different

At FCC Angkor, breakfast for early risers was delivered by room service. We put our breakfast order out the night before, and lo and behold, our Khmer porridge appeared at 6 a.m. sharp.

By 7 a.m., we were on the road with our latest driver, Mr 509. We never did find out his name.




with our new driver

Incidentally, our ride had been arranged by the hotel. This little arrangement was, in my opinion, a blotch on our otherwise happy experience with FCC Angkor. We had thought it best to ask the hotel to provide us with a tuk tuk driver, since we had no idea whether the ones on the roadside could be trusted to wait for us; we had no intention of being stuck at some remote temple complex without transport. Ok, that was a little melodramatic but, suffice it to say, we thought it best to go with the hotel. At least if there was a problem later on, we would have some form of recourse. Anyway, we expected a hotel employee in a FCC Angkor tuk tuk (there was one; we saw it in the carpark). Instead, when we showed up in the morning, all raring to go, the receptionist merely hopped out to the road fronting the hotel driveway and gave the job to one of the many regular tuk tuk drivers waiting to pounce on emerging hotel guests. That was it, for US$15, five dollars more than the usual going rate? Still, I was prepared to give the hotel the benefit of doubt. Perhaps, FCC Angkor, like other hotels such as Shinta Mani, was trying to help the locals by paying the drivers at a higher rate than what they would otherwise have been able to negotiate for themselves from street pickups, instead of competing with them. However, as I found out from Mr 509 later on, the hotel only pays them US$10. In other words, the hotel pockets the extra US$5 and the poor drivers make no more than they would have. Tsk tsk, shame on FCC Angkor. We decided after that to go direct to the drivers, safety concerns be damned.


Ta Prohm

It was good to be out on the roads of Siem Reap. Compared to Phnom Penh, the air was fresher, traffic was lighter, things moved at a more relaxed pace. Now that we had "done" all the temples in the immediate Angkor area and were merely revisiting a couple of favourites, we could afford to take it easy and so we did.




hehe, these were funny

Ta Prohm was our first temple of choice, our first visit having been spoilt by the marauding hordes. This time round, our early morning start paid off; we managed to get some clear shots of the ruins before the place was inundated by tourists.


































I even managed to get a shot of Ta Prohm's resident redbreasted parakeets.






Eventually, the crowds started to arrive...













... so we bade Ta Prohm goodbye.






Angkor Wat




heading to lunch?

Our stomachs rumbling after such an early breakfast, we initially wanted to return to town for an early lunch. Heading out of the park, we had to pass Angkor Wat.



squatters?

The carpark looked remarkably empty, so hunger pangs be damned, we decided to stop for a quick look.



armed with a leftover pastry from breakfast

Our hunch paid off. We practically had the place to ourselves. Obviously, everyone had returned to town for lunch.



my god, empty corridors



give or take one solitary uncle

We could finally take a close look at the bas reliefs and more.












seating for the spectacular that the temple was hosting at that time







the Angkor balloon!

When we could ignore the rumblings of our tummies no longer, we finally left.

Khmer Kitchen









not the cheapest beer in town but a damn sight cheaper than in Singapore

Sitting at Khmer Kitchen was a respite from the mid day heat. It was good weather for a icy cold beer. Pity I don't drink.









blue plate special









a different kind of noodle


Back to Angkor Wat

After a light lunch, we headed back for what would be our last visit to Angkor Wat.



that beautiful moat



the reason why it was important to watch one's steps



much-loved apsaras, with their much-loved bits
















As the afternoon wore on, the crowds got the better of us. When the jostling and shoving got too much (I kiddeth you not - beware the East Asian tide...), we said our last goodbyes and left, but not without this final picture.


picture perfect



Dinner at the FCC Angkor

Tired out from the afternoon's travails, we decided to eat in. We opted to share set dinner plus a main.


the lounge


FCC's Semillion (left) and orange and ginger frappe (right)


HM's nhom bayn chok – refreshing white noodle with snake bean, banana blossom and shallot served in chilled lemongrass petal broth



HM's pan-fried river fish with sauce vierge, warm snow pea and cashew nut salad, cauliflower puree



my prawn ravioli in a ginger and coriander bisque with chilli oil



kaffir lime and coconut crème brulee with cashew nut biscotti

The food wasn't earth-shatteringly good but we enjoyed ourselves. The nhom bayn chok - reminiscent of a Vietnamese vermicelli salad - stood out, as did the prawn ravioli.

Sated, we retired for the night but not before a dip in that luscious pool.