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Adventures in Siem Reap

Honestly, being in the Angkor ruins makes you feel a bit like an adventurer. Taking a tuk tuk the first couple days had us spoiled, but we quickly bounced back. Renting bikes from the guesthouse, I went on my own to Angkor Wat.

It's a completely different experience. Without the comfort of knowing where you're going, and peddling hard through the streets of Siem Reap, when I got to Angkor Wat I felt like I deserved it. It was quite easy navigating actually, all you have to do is follow the fancy Lexuses that tourists hire to go to the park.

So I biked to Angkor, about a 20 minute ride, and went to Angkor Tom. They say that Angkor Tom use to be a big town, with thousands of people in and around the main temple. I rode through Angkor Tom, stopping occasionally to look at temples, and being ever careful of the elephants in the area.

Eventually I was caught by a park policeman, as you're not really suppose to take a bike into the ruins, and had to sweet talk some food stall sellers to watch my bike. I was exhausted after 5 hours and headed to West Barey to swim and spend the afternoon in a hammock with our Khmer friends from Angkor Wat. Ahhhhhhh.



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