12/16/15
Sometimes, you realize what you said earlier may come back to haunt you. It could be sometime innocent like: looks like it’s going to be a quiet night! Then of course, the gate of hell opens and you were soon stewing in a sea of weird clients and eccentric personalities (of your fellow colleagues). Or when you once said to your client: I don’t see a problem with the city council, and then the council suddenly grew conscience and decided to use that project as a example for why upgrading the whole city’s storm system is necessary. These are the moments that you make a vow not to make sweeping generalizations again. Of course, I usually forget all these lessons as soon as the lesson is over (that is, after a beer or two). As soon as I typed the blog post yesterday, I knew it will come back to haunt me.
The plan of the day was simple: take a bicycle, cycle to the temple for sunrise, and take the little circuit tour on bike (bicycle that is). Unfortunately, the party outside went on for a long time, and no one in the form got much sleep. With a long day ahead and one just passed, I gave up on the sunrise idea, and just dozed until 7am. After that, it was a 30 mins ride to Angkor Wat (well, I did have to stop a few times to check directions, since my hostel staffs had no idea how to direct tourists). On the way, I was passed by bus, vans, motorcycles, pretty ladies on scooters who laughed at my little bicycle (or at me?), tuk-Tuks with the tourists enjoying the cool breeze (while I was sweating profusely), and tourist buses that blew out clouds of black smoke that rendered my face (and probably lungs) black. I managed to get to Angkor Wat in about 25 minutes, passing by local hospitals, hawker stands and many locals getting ready for work . I decided to head through the southern gate (the victory gate. The north gate is known as gate of death…so yeah) to Ta Prohm, famous for photographs that show huge tree roots over the stone doors. While this temple is relatively less decorated, it’s interaction with the nature made it impressive to walk around. In truth, if you are a fan of first person shooter games, role playing games or puzzle games; Angkor is a dream world come true. You wander from ruin to ruin, with collapsed stones (but with etchings still intact)ball around you. It is like going through a maze looking for hidden doors and treasures. The irregular shaped buildings, the air of abandoned mixed with your imagination of what the buildings used to look like, made it a spectacular area to visit.
The rest of the morning passed by quickly, and I eventually ended up in Angkor Wat once again to take more photos, and say a little farewell since I am not plannin to visit it tomorrow (well, we shall see). I cycles back to the hostel, enjoyed a quick dip in the pool, before trying to book my bus ticket for Phnom Penh. A lot of confusion occurred and the staff at this hotel seemed a little unsure about what they actually offer and how to book tickets. It is one of the more common issue with these “party hostels”: they pay more attention to making people stay longer, and seemed to forget what a hostel really is. Giving up, I walked to the Pub streets area to have a late lunch and a refreshing ginger tea.
Since Cambodia is famous for foot massage, I decided to try one. For US$8, I had an hour long massage on my feet (and head, back and shoulder). After walking and cycling for 2 days, my calves were engorged with lactic acid and felt pretty stiff. There were a lot of poking and pressing of my soles and it felt great to release the tension. On the other hand, it actually hurts a lot when she kneaded my sore muscles. The mix of pain and pleasure was quite intoxicating, and I suddenly wondered if that is what S&M is like: a cycle of pain and pleasure, somewhat like life? My foot massage therapy ended with a cup of hot tea and the lady telling me how I have big calves but not big feet. Since we all know what they say about people with big feet (err…they have big shoes?), I came out of the experience a little deflated.
So the day was filled with experiences on why size may matter. The size of my motor (cycling) was so out of shape that I was super tired after biking; that my small feet was makin my foot massage lady happy (less area to knead on); and that the size of my wallet forced me to skip some temples visits. I guess in a certain sense, size does give one advantage. If you have the right size and know how to use it to your advantage, you can do many great thing. (Well, or at least make the feet massagers very tired. Unless they have a foot fetish? What a great choice of occupation then….)