The Bayon, a temple of faces. Words can't describe the feeling one experiences when arriving at its base with the giants looking down upon you. Standing more than 10 feet tall each, the faces sit there, smiling, watching. To walk among the giants, carved by hand from tons of stone, a lovely feeling. The elephants below, tiny in comparison. Amazing.
And then there was the apocalypto feeling, climbing to the top of a random temple we encountered along the short jungle trek around the Bayon. Quite the ego stroking applause I received when sprinting up the stairs two at a time to get to the top, a feat that by this point few of the other tourists at the base felt like repeating, but envied nevertheless. Like the Energizer Bunny, just keeps going, and going, and going... :-)
My Achilles heel, joining the line of stone guardians holding up the sides of the bridge. As I took up position, apparently I disturbed a wasp nest. Well f-me, did they attack with raging fury! As Richard had positioned himself, he sees through the LCD screen me start to dance, jumping up and down with my arms in the air and running outta there ASAP. I escaped with 3 stings, not too bad after having been stung by Paraponera clavata (the bullet ant) in the Bolivian Amazon, but still a pain. Tiger balm helped sooth the sensation and cool my skin. God I love tiger balm.
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