Bryant’s Blog
Day 7
Oh, HEY Angkor Wat! Having slept at 1 am the night before, most of the team didn’t appreciate having to wake up at 6 am to start the trek to Angkor Wat. And by trek, I mean the walk downstairs to the van, which drove us to Sam Reap. Thankfully, the van was well air-conditioned and most of the team got a good night’s---err, morning’s sleep in. We arrived at Chakriya’s hometown (was it her hometown? She may have just lived in the village at one point in her life) to have the same noodle Heng and Vanery had for breakfast the day before. Mmmm instant noodles.
After breakfast, we continued our journey to Angkor Wat, but with new seating arrangements. I got to sit next to Andy. When I fell asleep, my head accidentally rested itself on his shoulder. What a comfy, lean, masculine pillow. Yay.
We arrived at a rest stop in Sam Reap that charged us 500 Riel per person to use the restroom. It was the cleanest, most advanced restroom I had seen in all of Cambodia. The toilets flushed themselves—a luxury I had taken for granted in America. When the gang was walking back to the van from the restroom, I got scared by the dragonflies and pulled a reluctant Vanery up the hill with me. It turns out, they were harmless -_-.
Back at the van, Olivia was looking at some local apparel to buy because her shower dress turned out to be a very fruitful purchase (very pretty and comfortable!). Tuan was being cooked alive in his black shirt and decided to buy a traditional, unisex Cambodian shirt.
When we finally arrived at the gate to Angkor Wat, we had to purchase passes..and they even put our pictures on them!!!!!! So on every ticket, they printed the word “Bayon” on the top right corner, but I didn’t know they printed it on EVERY ticket. So, I thought they just misspelled my name. Silly, Bryant.
When the guards checked our passes/checked to see if we were Cambodian (because Cambodians get free entry into the site), Olivia counted to 10 in Khmer, but the guard saw past her sneaky ways and made her reveal her true ethnicity. Teehee.
Passing by the ancient ruins was truly awe-inspring. To think, people with limited tools were actually able to carve these grand stone structures and fashion buildings that would last for thousands of years. Amazing. I don’t think I could ever do that; I would probably break the stone in half or carve retarded dents.
The first temple was Bayon. There were lots of places to climb, which was fun. This specific site featured 52 faces that represented the 52 provinces of Cambodia (thank you to Heng for being our makeshift tour guide).
As Olivia, Fu Han, Shun-Ya, and I were walking out of this temple, we saw 2 Stanford students that had JUST graduated in 2009. I took a picture of them from about 300 feet away and shouted out their names as well as my facebook profile information so they could add me. Stanford is everywhere.
We proceeded to meet up with the group a couple yards ahead of us, but we were bombarded by about 15 Cambodian children who tried to push merchandise on us. I bought 2 flutes for $1 and Andy bought some weird magnet thing that he regretted.
At the next temple, we saw Garuda statues and came across a very long expanse of stairs. When we got back down, we were bombarded by Cambodian women trying to push more merchandise on us. One of them was very persistent and clever. Shun-Ya told her Andy was his honey (FALSE, btw. He’s my honey.), and she called him a ladyboy (where did she even learn that word?). She chased across the entire site to the next structure and finally gave the shirt to Shun for the price he asked. Then, he slipped on the pavement and I took pictures of him changing out of his shirt.
We had lunch at a local food stand and Olivia, Fu Han, and Shun tried eating chicken ovary (which totally redefined the phrase “chicken egg” for me), hearts, and gizzard.
After lunch, we headed to the main Angkor Wat site. The gate was gigantic, and the buildings it sheathed were even more gigantic. We came across pits that looked like they were used for trials or games. Olivia and I also came across two hot white boys that I managed to take pictures of.
We got a quick drink/snack at a food stand near the site and we were bombarded by little Cambodian girls AGAIN. We decided to have fun with them this time. Olivia asked them questions about their schooling and education, while I tried to sell some post cards Andy had bought for me for cheaper prices than them. That was mean of me. (Sorry, Cambodian girls).
When we stopped at the bathroom, we got ambushed by Cambodian girls AGAIN. This time, their main items were bracelets. Andy was too weak and bought more items from them. So did Shun-Ya. Olivia made a little Cambodian girl cry!
While driving back, we ran over a snake and stopped at the nearest town to talk to a mechanic. He was wearing a Stanford shirt. We are everywhere.
We had dinner at the restaurant we took shelter at the night before (during the rainstorm). It was BBQ on the grill, and it reminded me so much of Korean BBQ. It is my favorite restaurant so far. MMMM. It was really unique too—it had a soup compartment over the grill so the soup would heat while we grilled meat in the center. COOL!
At home, I really had to poo, but our toilet was clogged, so I went to Yuxin’s room to use the bathroom. Heng told me to go inside and check the door because it gets jammed. I did, and guess what. I got stuck. And guess what. There was no toilet paper in the bathroom, so Heng had to slide in toilet paper to me through cracks in the door.
We closed the day by playing mafia. The last game scared me. Andy was the killer and Nary and I were the only civilians left and I couldn’t decide which one of them was the mafia. It was effing Andy. -_-