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Bayon, and the Watching Faces

Siem Reap, Cambodia –

As I pulled out a couple of dollars to drop in the donation plate, the little old lady keeper of this particular Buddha statue became very excited and animated.

First, she grabbed several lit sticks of incense, put them in my hand, and mimed what I should do (3-4 bows to the Buddha).

As I was doing what she had instructed, she grabbed a length of red yarn and quickly tied it around my left wrist.

Finally, she directed me to place the sticks of incense in a pot of sand, among the remains of many other sticks from previous visitors.

I had reached the central, highest Buddha among the many in Bayon, so I thought “while in Rome”, figuring that I would curry a little favor with the local deity.

Assuming you can call Buddha “local”.

Then again, I was in his territory.

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Sunrise Over Sra Srang

Siem Reap, Cambodia –

To be honest, I don’t normally chimp.

I just don’t think to do it.

I try to force myself to do once or twice, to make sure I’ve got my camera set right for whatever I’m shooting.

But then I focus in on what I’m shooting, and don’t think to do it.

However, there is one situation where that all changes, and I chimp with every photo I shoot.

And that’s when I’m shooting in the dark.

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Living on Tonlé Sap

Siem Reap, Cambodia –

It was dark.

So dark, I couldn’t see anything. Not even my hand in front of my face.

Yet on we glided, through the darkness, navigating the vegetation-lined water pathways back to the dock.

The rain continued to fall, and with no moon, stars, or any other visible light to guide us, I was placing complete faith in the boat driver to find our way.

On our way out, I had seen an occasional boat off in the trees, looking as if the driver had lost his way and crashed into the trees that rose from the meter-deep water.

Now I could understand how that might have happened without any sort of driver impairment.

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Spinning Silk at the Farm

Siem Reap, Cambodia –

My driver wasn’t happy with me. I was not sticking with the agenda he had planned.

“Why do you want to go see the silk farm?”

He had planned on taking me to see the military museum. And now I wanted to go elsewhere.

“It’s a long drive to get there. I’ll need gas.”

“Well, if you really don’t want to take me where I’m wanting to go, there’s a tuk-tuk driver just around the corner that was wanting my business.”

“No! If that’s where you want to go, I’ll take you.”

I guess he really didn’t want to lose that final day-fare.

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A Disturbing Playground

Siem Reap, Cambodia –

Eyes closed. Mouth open in anticipation of his next delicious morsel. The giant head sticks out of the ground, waiting for a child to come along. Why put any effort into finding his next meal, if they will come to him, eagerly climbing into his mouth?

What were they thinking? Is this some sort of cruel joke? Or is there some Cambodian folk tale about giants that are buried up to their heads? Maybe they are coming out of the ground, and that this is how certain mountains or other landscape features were formed…

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Angkor Hot!

Siem Reap, Cambodia –

“Wait till mid-day. It’ll be less crowded.”

I have to admit, he had a point. It was less crowded. Because it was BAKING HOT!

So, with a fresh bottle of water in my pack, I reluctantly got out of the air-conditioned car, and put one foot in front of the other, walking the length of the bridge over the moat.

As I paused, feeling the heat reflecting off the stones, doing its best to try and melt my shoes, I saw what looked like a wedding party coming my way. They all looked miserable. Then again, if I had been wearing a suit, I would probably look pretty much the same, no matter how happy I was supposed to be.

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