to explore angkor archeological park, it takes, at least 3 days, to cover all the large and small temples inside the compound and, you can never finish it in just 1-day tour, exactly. but for us, 3-day is just too much, so a 2-day visit would be at its best. or else, pama would kill me and bearbear for bad-planning.
on the way to angkor again.
met a canadian couple. and again, we were mistakenly referred to as japanese. jap tourists were voted the world's best, so its a total compliment. and so im a proud jap tourist, dun play-play!!
meet my sexy man.
phewwit!!
temple ruins. the angkor park once disappeared due to the encroaching jungle, plus its perished civilization and culture. it was then discovered by a french botanist who put up a jurnal, and thus the lost of angkor city became famous and too much commercialised.
kids selling postcards and shawls are everywhere in the park. some of them would ask for money or food while others might follow you touring the temples and sing some songs which you dun understand, and get you to pay them.
at dunno-what-temple.
pama doing some light exercises.
re-applying sun-block.
petrol sold in soda bottles.
and the kids again.
bearbear reading history of temples but never explained to me.
my great curious bearbear.
saw this old man at east
mebon.
pama still at east
mebon.
climbing up the tower.
a well prepared tour guide.
bearbear's sandals got spoilt. so he was wearing this ugly flip-flop which he bought at 2.5usd.
im so confused of their so many many gates.
cool or not?
our
tuk-tuk driver, kim.
neak pean for a holy bath. served the same purpose as roman bath in london.
hello!!
sometimes i love my straight hair for i dun hav to do hair straightening. sometimes, i hate her for making my ponytail so like the old-time chinese corpse's braided hair. all in all, i dun like its volume for being too thin like my bodyline.
no joke, wth!!
i couldnt describe how hot and humid the weather was. but i just lost my patience easily.
tiny door.
at one of many temples-
lah.
at
beng melea.
the perfect way to transport piggies.
bearbear and pama chillaxing at the hostel.
whats wrong wiv this bearbear
huh? so many things to read
meh?
sms-ing ms. wong which cost me a pretty penny.
more of this hostel.
more of this hostel.
more of my bearbear.
more of my pama.
tadaa!! this is the guesthouse we were staying, the babel siem reap. highly recommended to all, cuz its too cozy which i loved it so much, a bit pricey, operated by a joint-venture of french, spanish and italian.
my room.
more of my room.
the apsara show.
apsara dancers. the performance could be better if the transcription was in english.
buffet dinner which costs 9usd per pax. kim then managed to get a discount of 1usd for each of us.
this is a rare pic of me wiv a damn so serious face. i love my smile, so you can hardly see my pics without sweet smile wth.
reaching siem reap international airport.
after brekkie, all eyes were on departure board.
there is a public bank at town which i took a pic of it, but it appeared so blur. so here at the airport, i spotted its atm machine. nah!!!
on the way to angkor again.
met a canadian couple. and again, we were mistakenly referred to as japanese. jap tourists were voted the world's best, so its a total compliment. and so im a proud jap tourist, dun play-play!!
meet my sexy man. phewwit!!
temple ruins. the angkor park once disappeared due to the encroaching jungle, plus its perished civilization and culture. it was then discovered by a french botanist who put up a jurnal, and thus the lost of angkor city became famous and too much commercialised.
kids selling postcards and shawls are everywhere in the park. some of them would ask for money or food while others might follow you touring the temples and sing some songs which you dun understand, and get you to pay them.
at dunno-what-temple.
pama doing some light exercises.
re-applying sun-block.
petrol sold in soda bottles.
and the kids again.
bearbear reading history of temples but never explained to me.
my great curious bearbear.
saw this old man at east mebon.
pama still at east mebon.
climbing up the tower.
a well prepared tour guide.
bearbear's sandals got spoilt. so he was wearing this ugly flip-flop which he bought at 2.5usd.
im so confused of their so many many gates.
cool or not?
our tuk-tuk driver, kim.
neak pean for a holy bath. served the same purpose as roman bath in london.
hello!!
sometimes i love my straight hair for i dun hav to do hair straightening. sometimes, i hate her for making my ponytail so like the old-time chinese corpse's braided hair. all in all, i dun like its volume for being too thin like my bodyline. no joke, wth!!
i couldnt describe how hot and humid the weather was. but i just lost my patience easily.
tiny door.
at one of many temples-lah.
at beng melea.
the perfect way to transport piggies.
bearbear and pama chillaxing at the hostel.
whats wrong wiv this bearbear huh? so many things to read meh?
sms-ing ms. wong which cost me a pretty penny.
more of this hostel.
more of this hostel.
more of my bearbear.
more of my pama.
tadaa!! this is the guesthouse we were staying, the babel siem reap. highly recommended to all, cuz its too cozy which i loved it so much, a bit pricey, operated by a joint-venture of french, spanish and italian.
my room.
more of my room.
the apsara show.
apsara dancers. the performance could be better if the transcription was in english.
buffet dinner which costs 9usd per pax. kim then managed to get a discount of 1usd for each of us.
this is a rare pic of me wiv a damn so serious face. i love my smile, so you can hardly see my pics without sweet smile wth.
one of many shabby wooden houses in siem reap. it looks more like a hut.
reaching tonle sap floating village. this is their floating futsal court.
floating school which is sponsored by foreign gov/ngo, the basic amenities here are mostly sponsored by the japanese, korean and german.
boo!! i can be very self-obsessed, i told you!!
the cambodians hav good reasons to be proud of angkor wat. even their national flag features this ancient temple.
i cant differentiate beruk, monyet, kera, whatnot and whatnot!!
on a boat tour.
the kids here are just 天生天养, to translate it to manglish, it should be "born to survive by themselves?"
the refugee settlement, so the guide said.
floating church.
mama got ripped off, buying some books and stationery at this floating village. the books cost 15usd.
kids at floating village.
look at this. so i said, msian kids are totally spoilt for choice compared wiv them in cambodia.
silk farm.
listening to our guide.
some natural dye materials.
asking and asking, but i din buy anything.
silk weaving loom.
papa wiv rifle.
boys are always boys.
output from his readings: most of the military equipments here were from the then soviet union and china.
as if he knows every detail of these weapons.
papa gearing the tank.
binocular wth.
at sugar palm restaurant. nice ambience, fine prices, but the food tasted so-so.
and his sexy butt. hahahaha wth.
some of the dishes.
nite market.