Ankor Wat is indescribable in its magnificence and the words Mark used when he twisted his ankle on the uneven steps are unrepeatable.
He cheered up when a coffee wallah made us good coffee on her barbecue and hacked off a lump of ice to tie to his foot. After a t-shirt seller told him he looked 21, had a small nose and I looked like his mother he was walking on air and we managed another two hours Ankor Watting before lunch.
On to the wonderful hokey Bayon in the heat of the day when sensible tourists have a break (but great to have the temple virtually to ourselves) then the jungley Ta Prohm pretending to be explorers.
Our supper starter of unfried spring rolls looked as if it came from a pathology lab but was super fresh and tasty.
Siem Reap, Sunday 4th April
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- Knowing Me, Knowing You
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- Bayon Tourists
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- Bayon Tuk Tuks
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- Ta Phrom and Spong Tree
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- Ta Phrom and Spong Tree
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- Ta Phrom and Spong Tree
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- Ta Phrom and Strangler Fig
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- Ta Phrom and Strangler Fig
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- Cracked Aspara
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- More Strangler Fig
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- Those Monks love to pose
