To Banteay Srei temple. Angkorian. 967AD, ish.

Banteay Srey. The pink one.

Banteay Samre.

Detail, Banteay Srei.

More detail. Superb carving quality.

Banteay Srey.

Thanks USA, and others.

Another day, more temples.  Banteay Srei is superb. Great craftsmanship, and , as all of them, a story to tell. Hindu, now Buddhist. Thought to be built by women. Not sure how ‘they’ can tell. Banteay Semre, a slightly ‘out of the way’ temple, all building up to ‘The big one’ tomorrow – Angkor Wat. So far, all are a bit mind blowing, in lots of ways.

This is big industry for Siem Reap.  Lots of us tourists traipsing over the ruins listening to descriptions of Apsaras (celestial dancers) and tales of Hindu demons and gods.  For some it is a pilgrimage, for many of the Asian tourists, more selfies.  Most of these temples were only more recently uncovered by the French in the early 1900’s.  It is only in the last 10 or so years that the sites have been declared National Heritage sites and foreign aid is coming in from India and China to help restore the structures and to provide an infrastructure.

Stopped into the Cambodia Landmine museum en route to the temples.  The museum was  founded by a victim of the Khmer Rouge, Aki Ra. He became a boy soldier for the Khmer Rouge at the age of seven after his parents were killed by them.  He spent his boyhood fighting and laying landmines.  Laterally, he has devoted his life to de-activating them by the very unorthodox method of using a pair of pliers.  He has made safe thousands of devices, manufactured by the Americans, Russians and Chinese.  His charity has looked after child victims of the landmines by providing housing and an education.  Today there are many less victims per year, down to around one hundred or so rather than more than one thousand per year.

A little light relief was a wander around the butterfly centre.  Local farmers are being paid to drop in the caterpillars they find on their crops, rather than cooking / squishing them.  These are hatched in the centre and visitors can watch the emerging butterflies from their cocoons.  Daily they collect the eggs they find on the leaves and protect them in boxes until they hatch.  Lots of predators with the geckos and ants.

The evening was a bit of a treat, and very unexpected. Dinner about 10Km out of town, to a ‘cultural show’. Usually awful, and had we known about it we would probably have said no. We were just told to get in the van! Quite surprisingly, we did. However… food was great, and the dancing was very skilful and elegant. Very enjoyable to watch. Thank you Cambodia Cycling!

Tomorrow early start. 5am.

To Tonle Sap. And Wat Prasat Bakong.

Cruise on Tonle Sap. Our own boat.

Some call it home.

Boats being repaired, before the rainy season.

Spraying mud, amongst other things.

Chicken coop, floating.

Still floating, just.

No-one likes him. Or maybe the anchor didn’t work. Or he is trying to move neighbourhood. Or……

On the lake. It’s only 2m deep, at present.

All this land will be under water in 4 months time.

Another handbag, or belt.

At Wat Prasat Bakong.

Pillar of society. And Paul.

Detail of old carvings.

A day to ourselves before our organised cycle tour around the area after a superb breakfast of fresh fruit platter, pastries and eggs.  Big treat.  Walked up to  Angkor National Museum.  After three hours of audio tour, we think we are a little wiser in understanding the history of the building of the Wats and their importance to the area.   Strong influence from India and a worship of Shiva.  The kings at the time attempted to replicate heaven on earth for the gods they worshipped.  Some pretty stunning sandstone and brick construction in the 8th to 14th centuries.

Siem Reap is quite a party town with many, many places to eat, drink, have a massage or the dead skin eaten off your feet on a street corner.  We opted for the soft option of happy hour cocktails to get in the flow on Pub Street.

Met our cycle guide 8:00 am Wednesday am for first day trip out to Tonle Sap.  Flat and hot out to the lake.  Boarded our boat which struggled to find a passage onto the lake.  The water is so low at this time of year but will be at its lowest in April.  Probably only a metre or so in depth.  Pretty shocked at the colour of the water, the rubbish littering the sides and the lack of vegetation or wildlife.  Ten years ago, we were told, this area was covered in mangrove trees.  The people ate all the birds, fed the snakes to the crocodiles, electrocuted the fish and now they are all struggling to make a living.  The fisherman used to be very wealthy, less so now.  Our guide believes the village will be gone in the  next ten years.  Tourism is keeping it going, for the moment. What happens when there isn’t much to see..?

Visited our first Wat and took lots of photos. Very stunning. A lot of the carvings have symbolic meaning in Hinduism, a small part of which we sort of get. However, it is an amazing space, and we can almost feel the spiritual flavour, although coach loads of other tourists can detract at times.

Our plan is to see Angkor Wat a bit before sunrise, hopefully less people! Although they probably will be there. Hey ho. It’s understandably a popular place.

Into Siem Reap. Red dirt road, but Yea!!

Dust gets everywhere.

Two cow power engine.

Get off my stack.

Lake fish, hmmm. Not so sure.

Found a good dirt road detour en route to Siem Reap which avoided the very fast traffic on Highway 6. Much nicer cycling through the villages.  The villages have power yet, but on its way.  Wonder how long this way of life will last.

Approaching Siem Reap were very confused by the traffic lanes, apparently 2-way in each lane.  Thank goodness for maps.me and Paul’s ability to cycle, watch out for tuk tuk’s, mopeds and scooters coming from all directions and still follow the route which led us right to the hotel’s front door. Impressive.  Great coffee right next door and a laundry.  Happy days.

Half way to Siem Reap.

Sunrise over Stung Treng.

Lunch, but what is it? Actually, better not to know.

Not sure if an ‘accident’ or on purpose

Twas once a teak forest

This city wakes up early.  Loud music coming from across the street at 6:00am, accompanied us as we left Stung Treng, heading for Chhaeb some 85 kms west.  So much easier pedalling in the cool morning air.  Our Khmer is pretty rubbish -ie not a word – but with some hand signals we are, at least, able to stock up with water for the day from the roadside stalls.

Happy to see a few water buffalo and a couple of egrets then horrified to see a parked up pick up and a chap with his gun sights trained on the egret.  Linda screamed out “No”, but he didn’t even flinch.  We didn’t want to wait to see the outcome.  Beginning to understand why we see so little birdlife or, indeed, any wildlife.

So much “slash and burn” in this area as the forest is gradually being cleared to make way for other agriculture.  Passed a few teak sided houses on wooden stilts.  There is no electricity, just a car battery charged up elsewhere.  Water is collected in huge storage jars.  Many areas of the forest are smouldering and we passed through some areas of dense smoke where flames are eating up the dry scrubland.  We were astonished to see swallows diving in and out of the smoke until we realised they were scooping up the insects coming out of the flames.  At least some wildlife was reaping some benefit from all the destruction, if only for a day.

We reached Chhaeb by midday ready for alternative nutrition rather than more bananas and water.  Didn’t ever see a guest house but managed to find a street stall which appeared to have food.  Some more sign language and  minutes later we were dished up with a bowl of, something.  Without looking too closely, well we did, it was delicious.  Savoury and meaty so long as you discarded some more obvious tubes and offal.

Feeling refreshed, ish, we decided to continue for the day and make for Preah Vihear, a further 55 kms.  A long old day but relatively flat and not too hot, averaging mid 30’s.  Found the only hotel in town deciding to treat ourselves.  The princely cost of $12 but no electricity.  Power did come on an hour or so later but  we opted for the cold shower  before dark.  We were then very ready to try some more Cambodian beer and find some food.

No, we don’t like to see the cow trussed up on the back of a trailer,  the ducks flapping upside down from a motorbike nor the squealing pig tied up by its legs slung from a pole off to slaughter but we still like to eat our meat. We are seeing the cogs and wheels of daily food production, hidden from us at home, wrapped up in its sterile Waitrose packaging.  Had some surprisingly tasty fried vegetables with chicken and ginger and rice with beef.  Two more days we reckon to Siem Reap and a rest.  Can’t wait.

Into Cambodia. Yea!!

Busy time at the docks.

Leaving Laos, sadly.

Hello Cambodia. Or scambodia.

Democracy is thriving here.

30km of this ain’t easy. Especially when a lorry goes past.

Nine backpackers, Paul and Linda and two bikes doesn’t leave much room on the narrow “ferry” boats for our crossing of the Mekong back to the mainland.  Pedalled off the dock at 9:00 am, already 29 degrees.  Easy cycling as mostly flat, heading for the border.  We had been warned of the rip off.  $2 each for the privilege of leaving Laos, $2 each for a “temperature” check by quarantine on the Cambodian side.  The biggest one though, an additional $15 each for our 30 day visas.  All handed over with a smile and our new word -Orkun (thank you). We could winge but the border crossing would then take hours, and it was hot … it carries on.

Weren’t expecting it to be so bleak, dry and barren.  Always smouldering fires burning the scrub, not quite sure why. National Highway 7 is in pretty bad shape with long stretches of dusty sand.  Makeshift facemasks a necessity to avoid choking on the clouds of hot dust billowing up from passing trucks.  Nothing to see.  Very few houses and not even the chickens, pigs, goats and cows we have become accustomed to seeing on the roads. Pushed on harder even though it got hotter, to Stung Treng, and to our guest house for the night.  Hadn’t had any opportunity to buy any riel (Cambodian currency, of course).  Discovered the ATM gave out USD and not riel and the bank had a 30 minute queue.  All really frustrating when we were desperate to buy water/drink/food and to get out of the heat, up to 48 degrees in the full sun.

Have drunk iced water with our supper of chicken noodles as no beer available, convincing ourselves, well everyone else is drinking it.  After some evening shopping, we are now loaded up with lots of fruit and even found some bread rolls for tomorrow and an early start.

Hope the roads are OK. And there is a guesthouse. And water.