Blackness consumed the sky and the air as we walked towards the first temple. Small bouncing lights in the distance let us know that we weren’t alone, but we couldn’t help but wonder if we were headed in the right direction. Blinded by darkness we were doomed without a flashlight so we stood still and waited for a light to guide our footsteps.
As we followed the torch along huge stone blocks our senses told us we were approaching a giant wall and suddenly a bright light struck the wall; it was the entrance to Angkor Wat. Still following the torch through stairs, doorways and long hallways we arrived at the walkway that lead to the heart of the temple. But before entering we had to secure a spot for sunrise or else the crowds would blanket the one spot that mirrored the temple’s silhouette.
Now a midnight blue, the sky began to reveal an outline of five peaks on the horizon as my camera took the inaugural shot of our journey through the temples of Angkor.
After a couple hours of documenting the nooks and crannies of Angkor Wat we walked back along the stone pathway that lead us to the giant wall and gasped as though the wind was knocked out of us; a few steps in the wrong direction would have left us swimming in the temple’s monster moat.
Our journey through Siem Reap ended with a trip to a local fishing village, which was a great contrast to the temples filled with tourists, and along the way we had to stop for Petrol.
