Angkor Wat: in the land of apsara devatas, Part I
An adventure of a lifetime! Left Golden Mango Inn at 4:45 am to meet the sun at Angkor Wat. It was getting brighter when this picture was taken but it was still very, very dark when we arrived. Photo taken by our guide Vath Vutha. Left to right, friends from waaaaayyy back high school: Myself, Sherida Luga, Fitz Parale, Jeannie Soriano-de Guzman, Marit Belisario.
The grey-black rocks near the left-side Library on Angkor Wat’s west gate.
Now if you are to get a guide–and I strongly recommend that you do–get Vutha. He not only tells you everything and anything you want to know about Angkor Wat, he also allows you to not listen to him when you’re too tired; he knows enough about photography to take the prettiest pictures of you; he knows where to take the silliest pictures; and he smiles all the time! He is also smart and convincing enough to gently entice you to go inside one of the temples when you’re so sure your legs are too wobbly and achingly tired to go because the photo opportunities are just too beautiful to miss. Where else can you get a guide like that? Email him, quickly: vuthavath@yahoo.com.
This is where our guide Vath Vutha took us to view the sunrise. It is the Library on the left facing the west gate of Angkor Wat.





I would like to go beyond emotion and say this: it is now time for all of us to look inward and assess how we have helped lubricate an entire system that breeds and nurtures the culture of violence. We have long been silent, and we have been voting one wrong leader after another into office. The same leaders who we expect to solve our problems are the same leaders who create our problems. We need to have a major paradigm shift, to think and move outside the box. We need to stop being afraid–afraid of changes, afraid of speaking out, afraid of acknowledging this is all wrong. Enough is enough.









