Scenes on Don's afternoon run in Siem Reap 8/3/05
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Wednesday, August 10, 2005
The "god" side holding the giant sacred snake (the "naga") at the entrance to Preah Khan. Behind the seated image is a large garuda, or man-vulture, adorning the enclosure wall.
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Preah Khan, the Sacred Sword on 8/3/05
This massive Buddhist complex built during the reign of King Jayavarman 7th just outside the gates of Angkor Thom, on a site where the king defeated the invading Vietnamese (the "Cham" in the 12th century). It has four concentric enclosure walls. Inside the outermost wall there is jungle today, but in the temple's day it housed monks and students. Within the other walls are a dense concentration of temples and shrines which were originally Buddhist, but later altered by Hindu rulers as sites of worship for Vishnu and Shiva.
As in Ta Prohm, which we visited the next day, some of the structures coexist with giant kapok and fig tree roots. In the center of the complex is the "Hall of Dancers" where all the door-lintels have little dancing apsaras on them. One large two-story pavilion is reminiscent of Greek or European architecture with large supporting columns.
As in Ta Prohm, which we visited the next day, some of the structures coexist with giant kapok and fig tree roots. In the center of the complex is the "Hall of Dancers" where all the door-lintels have little dancing apsaras on them. One large two-story pavilion is reminiscent of Greek or European architecture with large supporting columns.
Khmer Spa: Neak Pean/ afternoon of 8/3
Neak Pean means "twisted together" and it's so named because at the base of the circular platform runs a gigantic stone snake with coiled body twisted around like a soft-serve cone frozen in gray stone. The temple sat in the center of a square man-made pond, 230 feet on each side, and was reached by boat. It seems to have been a healing center. Wanna told us that "in the formerly time" of King Jayavarman 7th, astrologists would diagnose which "element" was responsible for the sickness, and then you could go to one of the four sides of the pond, where water would drain out of a gargoyle shaped like an animal representing that element. The pond is supposed to represent the Himalayan hot-spring lake of Anavatapta, at the top of the universe, which gives birth to the four great rivers of the earth (so says my guidebook, without telling me what the four great rivers were...) and has curative powers revered in India. Although it was the rainy season, the pond was dry during our visit, so we could just walk to the central temple. Actually the kids were more interested in sculpting with a pile of sand conveniently left on a set of stairs.
East Mebon - evening of Wed 8/3
I have written a bit about the charming children who played with us up on the high platforms of East Mebon, a temple that was once surrounded by water and approached only by boat to the stone steps. The water was the East Baray (Baray = reservoir), measuring 1.2 by 4.3 miles. The reservoir was three meters deep in the 10th century. It has nearly life-sized elephants at each corner of the lower and upper platforms, carved from single pieces of stone...! East Mebon is a pyramid of stacked terraces, each one slightly smaller than the one below, crowned with five towers, and built by King Rajendravarman II who reigned from 944-968 AD.
This was our last stop of the day for temple-sightseeing, and after this we went to a local restaurant with a fixed menu, where they kept bringing food while our kids got more and more tired, and little geckos ran all over the ceiling hunting bugs. Cool!
This was our last stop of the day for temple-sightseeing, and after this we went to a local restaurant with a fixed menu, where they kept bringing food while our kids got more and more tired, and little geckos ran all over the ceiling hunting bugs. Cool!
Lions guarding the entrance to a terrace at East Mebon. You can see that parts of it were constructed with massive red laterite blocks, part in brick, and then surfaced with gray sandstone.
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Ta Prohm
We saw this temple on our last day, when Halle was running a fever and so she didn't go through all of it and we carried her up the path from the bus to the temple. Ta Prohm has been so overgrown by the roots of large kapok, fig and banyon trees that it would be even more structurally unstable if the trees were removed. So for now the trees remain, looking like hardened taffy poured over the walls and vaulted roofs.
Ta Prohm was a Buddhist monastery during King Jayavarman the 7th's reign in the late 12th century. It's one of Angkor's largest sites - in its heyday, claim inscriptions, it included 3140 villages and took close to 80,000 people to maintain the temple. It's a series of interlocking and connected, one-story buildings and passages surrounded by a large laterite rectangular wall. Later Hindu rulers defaced or removed the Buddha images, but there are still many remarkable sculptures here. The main feature is the delicious confusion and disarray of the site. Many of the buildings have collapsed in on themselves or been set upon by what look like carnivorous trees.
The hum of insects and the exotic-sounding birds provide a jungle-film soundtrack in the background. Wanna says that he doesn't like to take visitors here on rainy days, because the stones get slippery and once he saw a large roof piece come down right in front of someone taking a picture. We had nothing so eventful, just the arrival as we were leaving of three buses of Korean tourists.
Ta Prohm was a Buddhist monastery during King Jayavarman the 7th's reign in the late 12th century. It's one of Angkor's largest sites - in its heyday, claim inscriptions, it included 3140 villages and took close to 80,000 people to maintain the temple. It's a series of interlocking and connected, one-story buildings and passages surrounded by a large laterite rectangular wall. Later Hindu rulers defaced or removed the Buddha images, but there are still many remarkable sculptures here. The main feature is the delicious confusion and disarray of the site. Many of the buildings have collapsed in on themselves or been set upon by what look like carnivorous trees.
The hum of insects and the exotic-sounding birds provide a jungle-film soundtrack in the background. Wanna says that he doesn't like to take visitors here on rainy days, because the stones get slippery and once he saw a large roof piece come down right in front of someone taking a picture. We had nothing so eventful, just the arrival as we were leaving of three buses of Korean tourists.
Monday, August 08, 2005
Dawn of the Living Dead
We're back home, and massively jet-lagged. Yesterday (Saturday) the kids slept their "night" from 4 in the afternoon until 2 in the morning. I would have kept them up longer today (Sunday), I was hoping we'd all stay up until 6 or 7 pm, but by the time I got up from my own 4-hour nap in the afternoon, they were all asleep again, and I had to pry them off the chairs and floors where they had fallen asleep and put them in their beds.
We left Bangkok on a 1 am flight which landed in Korea 6 hours later, 9:30 am Korea time. We hung out in the transit lounge again, and then boarded a plane at 11:30 am Friday for New York. It flew all day, then into something that looked like sunset but was actually pre-dawn up near the Arctic Circle, then back into day somewhere across Canada, and then landed at JFK at almost noon Eastern time Friday. During that lost 24 hours, we watched three movies, had 2 meals, and nursed our rising fevers (especially Don and Thompson). Everyone felt lousy and really disoriented by the time we got to New York. We fetched all our luggage and went through immigration and customs, and then had to make a dash in the 97-degree heat two terminals away - Jacob and Halle were so tired they could hardly stand, and so thirsty they were weeping - just in time to slide into the shuttle bus out to the little plane on the tarmac that would take us to Boston.
Unfortunately our luggage can't run as fast, and wasn't on that flight. We were told it most likely got on the next one, landing in an hour, so we waited at Boston until the next flight, when two of the nine bags got off. Our friend who met us there kindly waited with us while we sorted things out quite a few times in the baggage service office. By then our kids were falling asleep wherever they happened to sit down, so we called it the world's longest day and had our friend drive us home. The bags arrived at 5 am Saturday by courier, and most of us were wide awake by then. We've given ourselves a couple of days to try to get those pesky days and nights sorted out, and to let our fevers go down. We brought home a 3-day fever/flu but it looks like everyone's had the third day by now, so we're starting to feel human again instead of like zombies.
I am writing entries on Cambodia, so even though we're home, stay tuned - we will add to the blog this week with photos and descriptions of the temples we saw at Angkor. What an amazing place! I'm so glad we added that leg of the trip, even though it meant schlepping heavy Bhutan-loaded bags throughout Asia onto 6 different plane flights.
We left Bangkok on a 1 am flight which landed in Korea 6 hours later, 9:30 am Korea time. We hung out in the transit lounge again, and then boarded a plane at 11:30 am Friday for New York. It flew all day, then into something that looked like sunset but was actually pre-dawn up near the Arctic Circle, then back into day somewhere across Canada, and then landed at JFK at almost noon Eastern time Friday. During that lost 24 hours, we watched three movies, had 2 meals, and nursed our rising fevers (especially Don and Thompson). Everyone felt lousy and really disoriented by the time we got to New York. We fetched all our luggage and went through immigration and customs, and then had to make a dash in the 97-degree heat two terminals away - Jacob and Halle were so tired they could hardly stand, and so thirsty they were weeping - just in time to slide into the shuttle bus out to the little plane on the tarmac that would take us to Boston.
Unfortunately our luggage can't run as fast, and wasn't on that flight. We were told it most likely got on the next one, landing in an hour, so we waited at Boston until the next flight, when two of the nine bags got off. Our friend who met us there kindly waited with us while we sorted things out quite a few times in the baggage service office. By then our kids were falling asleep wherever they happened to sit down, so we called it the world's longest day and had our friend drive us home. The bags arrived at 5 am Saturday by courier, and most of us were wide awake by then. We've given ourselves a couple of days to try to get those pesky days and nights sorted out, and to let our fevers go down. We brought home a 3-day fever/flu but it looks like everyone's had the third day by now, so we're starting to feel human again instead of like zombies.
I am writing entries on Cambodia, so even though we're home, stay tuned - we will add to the blog this week with photos and descriptions of the temples we saw at Angkor. What an amazing place! I'm so glad we added that leg of the trip, even though it meant schlepping heavy Bhutan-loaded bags throughout Asia onto 6 different plane flights.
Thursday, August 04, 2005
Sleep, or Blog?
Our silence is not sinister... but our itinerary was so packed the last 3 days that when we weren't out driving in the Knight Bus with Wanna, our faces glued to the windows, or climbing the 70-degree steep steps of one of the many temples built in the late 1100s by King Jayavarman the 7th (a time to which Wanna constantly and charmingly referred to as "in the formerly time,") then we were eating something we'd never seen before, or we were dropping into bed and sleeping VERY soundly. Ergo, very little time for blogging.
This entry is written from a hotel near the Bangkok Airport, and the only thing it's got going for it is location, but it is giving us a cool (if not quiet) place to crash for a 8-hour layover before a 1:20 am flight to Seoul. The next time we will be able to write is from home, and then we'll post pictures from Angkor Wat and the other temples we visited - we have amazing pictures and memories.
So: highlights.
--Jacob (being the young Crocodile Hunter in training that he is) was thrilled to see more monkeys up close (as in, handing leaves to them), and to spot the animals that the rest of us would have walked right by without seeing: a scorpion (big, black, alive), a 5-inch millipede, geckos... he couldn't understand why we wouldn't let him into the pale green swamp water to catch the frogs we were hearing... our driver and Wanna decided after only knowing him for a day that he was "hero," because he showed no fear of anything, was way more interested in teh animals than in the temples they lived in, and because when he thought no one was watching him, he was slipping the American dollars he brought from home that represented his entire savings, into the donation pots of every "land mine music" band we saw. These are orchestras made up of people with landmine injuries - they are quite talented, all that we saw - but with heartbreaking disfigurations, and Jacob didn't pass a one without dropping something in.
--sunset as seen from a red sandstone and laterite temple called the East Mebon, that once stood in the middle of a vast artificial resevoir. As we approached it, we were accosted, as we were everywhere we went, by small children selling postcards, figures, silk bags, T-shirts, reed flutes. This got to be a somewhat discouraging feature of our every move outside the Knight Bus, but at East Mebon as the sun dropped behind the kapok and palm trees and the sky turned golden, something magical happened. One pair of children asked us where were from, and when we said the US, they recited the capital and a stat about how many people in the US. Then we asked them what they would have said if we said "Australia," and they shot right back with "Canberra." How about Iceland? They weren't stumped by that one either, and we were amazed that they could name any capital of any country in Europe or Asia, though Mongolia slowed them for a couple of minutes. Meanwhile their other hawker friends showed up from the shadows and for once, no one was pestering us to buy, and we showed them a handclapping game and they taught us one of theirs, and we laughed so hard and played. We learned their names and they learned ours, and they jokingly offered to buy our kids, but we weren't selling either. Most of the interactions we had with local children involved their high-pitched wheedling (Please, sir, you buy from me, 10 postcards only one dollar, one dollar, sir, you buy from me?) and it was sad, because the wares were so cheap and the sellers so poor, but for a while we all got past the economic disparity and just had fun as human beings as the sun went down.
--driving through the countryside outside of Siem Reap on our way to a more remote temple, seeing glimpses of flatland Cambodia village life: houses on stilts with a space underneath for hammocks and tools, beds, looms, and animals... rice paddies very flat and square, not stepped like in Bhutan... a large metal pan simmering a collection of palm sugar sap, which is made into delicious crystallized lumps... kids swimming in the roadside water... water buffalo, giant boars, high-legged chickens... lots and lots and lots of bicycles and scooters, not so many cars... motorcycle-pulled tuk tuks... both women and men in a headscarf wrapped as a sunshade... so many beautiful children.
This entry is written from a hotel near the Bangkok Airport, and the only thing it's got going for it is location, but it is giving us a cool (if not quiet) place to crash for a 8-hour layover before a 1:20 am flight to Seoul. The next time we will be able to write is from home, and then we'll post pictures from Angkor Wat and the other temples we visited - we have amazing pictures and memories.
So: highlights.
--Jacob (being the young Crocodile Hunter in training that he is) was thrilled to see more monkeys up close (as in, handing leaves to them), and to spot the animals that the rest of us would have walked right by without seeing: a scorpion (big, black, alive), a 5-inch millipede, geckos... he couldn't understand why we wouldn't let him into the pale green swamp water to catch the frogs we were hearing... our driver and Wanna decided after only knowing him for a day that he was "hero," because he showed no fear of anything, was way more interested in teh animals than in the temples they lived in, and because when he thought no one was watching him, he was slipping the American dollars he brought from home that represented his entire savings, into the donation pots of every "land mine music" band we saw. These are orchestras made up of people with landmine injuries - they are quite talented, all that we saw - but with heartbreaking disfigurations, and Jacob didn't pass a one without dropping something in.
--sunset as seen from a red sandstone and laterite temple called the East Mebon, that once stood in the middle of a vast artificial resevoir. As we approached it, we were accosted, as we were everywhere we went, by small children selling postcards, figures, silk bags, T-shirts, reed flutes. This got to be a somewhat discouraging feature of our every move outside the Knight Bus, but at East Mebon as the sun dropped behind the kapok and palm trees and the sky turned golden, something magical happened. One pair of children asked us where were from, and when we said the US, they recited the capital and a stat about how many people in the US. Then we asked them what they would have said if we said "Australia," and they shot right back with "Canberra." How about Iceland? They weren't stumped by that one either, and we were amazed that they could name any capital of any country in Europe or Asia, though Mongolia slowed them for a couple of minutes. Meanwhile their other hawker friends showed up from the shadows and for once, no one was pestering us to buy, and we showed them a handclapping game and they taught us one of theirs, and we laughed so hard and played. We learned their names and they learned ours, and they jokingly offered to buy our kids, but we weren't selling either. Most of the interactions we had with local children involved their high-pitched wheedling (Please, sir, you buy from me, 10 postcards only one dollar, one dollar, sir, you buy from me?) and it was sad, because the wares were so cheap and the sellers so poor, but for a while we all got past the economic disparity and just had fun as human beings as the sun went down.
--driving through the countryside outside of Siem Reap on our way to a more remote temple, seeing glimpses of flatland Cambodia village life: houses on stilts with a space underneath for hammocks and tools, beds, looms, and animals... rice paddies very flat and square, not stepped like in Bhutan... a large metal pan simmering a collection of palm sugar sap, which is made into delicious crystallized lumps... kids swimming in the roadside water... water buffalo, giant boars, high-legged chickens... lots and lots and lots of bicycles and scooters, not so many cars... motorcycle-pulled tuk tuks... both women and men in a headscarf wrapped as a sunshade... so many beautiful children.
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
Airport Hopping: A Travel Day
Well, for those faithful readers - and I know we have many, I get emails from the more enthusiastic among you - we are back online, and you're eager for news of our travels out of Bhutan and down into the lowland tropics of northern Cambodia.
Sunday morning a hospital car arrived at 8 am to pick us up and take us from Thimphu to Paro. Of course Thinley had been there since before 7 that morning, eating breakfast with us and moping because we were leaving... I can't blame her moping, though, since she had spent the better part of most of the month with us, and had grown close to all of us, and if we had a seventh ticket for our travels home I think she would have sold everything of value to come along. We said goodbye to the Gadhos and Jamtsho, and all the dogs, and Thinley, and set off in an extended cab pickup with the name of the hospital on the side, and Evil Kenivel at the wheel. This trip we have been blessed with some very good drivers in Bhutan - which is a mercy, since the roads are terrifying even with good drivers at the wheel - but Tada, the hospital driver (aka "Leadfoot") was NOT one of them. Luckily Thompson didn't hurl his toast on the way there, and Tada pretended not to understand what "slower please" meant in English, but I felt like we were involved in a high-speed car chase with no one in pursuit, and I closed my eyes for a lot of the trip as the rice paddies and quaint houses and apple trees loaded with apples and snapping prayer flags all whipped by. I couldn't tell at what speed they whipped by, since Tada's speedometer was broken and said Zero no matter how fast we went.
In Paro, Tada took us to the Samden Choling Hotel for the night. It being the tourism off-season, I think we were the only guests, and we occupied two comfortable rooms each with a pair of twin beds, an adequate bathroom by Bhutan standards (i.e. a flushable toilet that sometimes flushed, a sink that drains into a flexible pipe that empties into a hole in the floor, and a shower that pours into the room with no shower stall and drains into another hole in the corner of the floor), and wide windows with no screens so we could have fresh air, or no mosquitoes, but not both conditions at the same time. We strolled into the downtown - everyone else was fine, but I (Tona) had a touch of the gastric and wasn't feeling much like doing or eating anything, and the day was punishingly hot and sunny. We found a restaurant for lunch, and afterwards strolled down by the Paro Chu where some kids were swimming naked in the shallows and our kids sailed rafts made out of trash down the small rapids. That evening we ate at the Samden Choling and turned in early, Don getting up in the night to swat mosquitoes that were whining in his ear, and me getting up in the night to run to the bathroom.
In the morning we had our second, and thankfully final, bad-driver experience in the short distance from the hotel to the airport. Two taxis were supposed to ferry us and all our luggage. Neither showed up, so two people with some connection to the hotel drove us instead, but in vehicles that barely started and stayed running, and with two drivers who had clearly never driven before. I was in one Maruti with one driver and the kids, and Don was in the other with our luggage, the other driver, and someone to tell the other driver how to shift gears. Both our vehicles went off the road, stalled out, or got lost several times in the 10-minute drive to the airport. I felt like even though we were on the only level roads in Bhutan, it was still a harrowing ride. Oh well.
Then after going to the trouble to arrive early, we were told on arrival to the airport that the 8 am Bangkok flight was going to be delayed 2.5 hours. Later we found out this was because the King was getting on the flight to Delhi and it was leaving around 8:30. We glued ourselves to the windows looking out onto the tarmac, watching the red carpet (literally) be rolled out, and a long line of Dashos, Lenpos, and Royal Advisors queue in their beautiful ghos and colored kabneys. Then a couple of black jeeps and a black Land Cruiser with tinted windows squealed up, and a group of men climbed out, with the King in front. He was dressed in a simple light gray gho, black socks, black shoes. Only because we've seen his distinguished face in every home and restaurant in photographs did we recognize him, and because the long line of advisors were bowing low as he came down the line. He climbed onto the airplane stairs, and then the plane closed up and taxied away and took off.
Our flight to Bangkok was smooth, with a landing in Kolkata to fuel and pick up passengers who had forgotten to shower that morning. We landed in Bangkok with less than 2 hours to make a connection to a different airline to take us to Cambodia. We were very concerned that our 6 checked bags - which were only tagged to arrive in Bangkok, not Cambodia, since Druk Air doesn't fly there - would get onto the connecting flight and we thought we'd have to go through customs and immigration and baggage claim and then do it again in reverse to check in to Bangkok Air. But the nice brightly dressed ladies at the Bangkok Air transfer desk assigned us blue stickers to wear on our clothes and sent us to the gate for the Siem Reap flight and assured us that our luggage would join us, even though they seemed convinced that we had come from Kathmandu and didn't seem to have heard of Druk Air.
When we checked in with the man at the Siem Reap counter downstairs in the Bangkok Air terminal and explained that our luggage had to make this quick connection without us personally locating it, and we asked if it would make it, the man looked at Don and asked, "Sir, do you know how to pray?"
Well, (I guess since we do), the luggage made it, and so did we, with a sheaf of documents in hand (4 or 5 for each person, x6 people) for visas, etc in Cambodia. Our Bangkok Air plane turned out to be a small propeller plane (!!) which the kids thought was neato and which I thought looked scary. But you know, it was a flight of less than an hour and extremely smooth, since the terrain is very flat from Bangkok to Cambodia. We landed in light rain at the small Siem Reap airport and had no trouble getting through the lines, finding our luggage, and being met by our driver.
We splurged on Cambodia, and bought a package tour through a company called Apsara (those are the heavenly dancers depicted in stone sculpture on Angkor Wat & other temples). It provides accomodations at a 5-star hotel, meals, an AC'd vehicle with an English-speaking guide. Frankly my expectations for how each of those items would translate in Cambodia was sort of low, given my limited knowledge of the country and our experience with the finest hotels Bhutan has to offer, which are primitive and usually don't have toilet paper. But as we have been discovering, as each jaw-dropping detail of the hotel revealed itself, 5-star means 5-star here. And as we got to know our excellent and funny guide, the young Mr. Wanna, and the driver of our white luxury bus, Mr. Sok ("Shock"), it has seemed like the Knight Bus in Harry Potter: showing up in the right place, at the right time, glistening clean and with tons of seats, and squeezing itself into tight spots with magical ease. Last night we were so tired from travelling that our kids nearly dropped their heads into the plates of the third course of a gourmet 4-course meal, and we went up to find our crisp white sheets had been expertly turned-down, and that soft white robes and slippers awaited. I'll have to write about the temples we saw today later, but Cambodia is truly amazing and we're having a blast. I thought that anything after Bhutan might be anticlimactic, but this leg is just as wonderful in its own way.
So, a long entry tonight on the hotel computer in the business lounge, but I wanted to capture the odd & strangely enjoyable day it turned out to be to hop from Paro Bhutan, to Kolkata India, to Bangkok Thailand and touch down in the utterly foreign and fascinating Siem Reap Cambodia.
Sunday morning a hospital car arrived at 8 am to pick us up and take us from Thimphu to Paro. Of course Thinley had been there since before 7 that morning, eating breakfast with us and moping because we were leaving... I can't blame her moping, though, since she had spent the better part of most of the month with us, and had grown close to all of us, and if we had a seventh ticket for our travels home I think she would have sold everything of value to come along. We said goodbye to the Gadhos and Jamtsho, and all the dogs, and Thinley, and set off in an extended cab pickup with the name of the hospital on the side, and Evil Kenivel at the wheel. This trip we have been blessed with some very good drivers in Bhutan - which is a mercy, since the roads are terrifying even with good drivers at the wheel - but Tada, the hospital driver (aka "Leadfoot") was NOT one of them. Luckily Thompson didn't hurl his toast on the way there, and Tada pretended not to understand what "slower please" meant in English, but I felt like we were involved in a high-speed car chase with no one in pursuit, and I closed my eyes for a lot of the trip as the rice paddies and quaint houses and apple trees loaded with apples and snapping prayer flags all whipped by. I couldn't tell at what speed they whipped by, since Tada's speedometer was broken and said Zero no matter how fast we went.
In Paro, Tada took us to the Samden Choling Hotel for the night. It being the tourism off-season, I think we were the only guests, and we occupied two comfortable rooms each with a pair of twin beds, an adequate bathroom by Bhutan standards (i.e. a flushable toilet that sometimes flushed, a sink that drains into a flexible pipe that empties into a hole in the floor, and a shower that pours into the room with no shower stall and drains into another hole in the corner of the floor), and wide windows with no screens so we could have fresh air, or no mosquitoes, but not both conditions at the same time. We strolled into the downtown - everyone else was fine, but I (Tona) had a touch of the gastric and wasn't feeling much like doing or eating anything, and the day was punishingly hot and sunny. We found a restaurant for lunch, and afterwards strolled down by the Paro Chu where some kids were swimming naked in the shallows and our kids sailed rafts made out of trash down the small rapids. That evening we ate at the Samden Choling and turned in early, Don getting up in the night to swat mosquitoes that were whining in his ear, and me getting up in the night to run to the bathroom.
In the morning we had our second, and thankfully final, bad-driver experience in the short distance from the hotel to the airport. Two taxis were supposed to ferry us and all our luggage. Neither showed up, so two people with some connection to the hotel drove us instead, but in vehicles that barely started and stayed running, and with two drivers who had clearly never driven before. I was in one Maruti with one driver and the kids, and Don was in the other with our luggage, the other driver, and someone to tell the other driver how to shift gears. Both our vehicles went off the road, stalled out, or got lost several times in the 10-minute drive to the airport. I felt like even though we were on the only level roads in Bhutan, it was still a harrowing ride. Oh well.
Then after going to the trouble to arrive early, we were told on arrival to the airport that the 8 am Bangkok flight was going to be delayed 2.5 hours. Later we found out this was because the King was getting on the flight to Delhi and it was leaving around 8:30. We glued ourselves to the windows looking out onto the tarmac, watching the red carpet (literally) be rolled out, and a long line of Dashos, Lenpos, and Royal Advisors queue in their beautiful ghos and colored kabneys. Then a couple of black jeeps and a black Land Cruiser with tinted windows squealed up, and a group of men climbed out, with the King in front. He was dressed in a simple light gray gho, black socks, black shoes. Only because we've seen his distinguished face in every home and restaurant in photographs did we recognize him, and because the long line of advisors were bowing low as he came down the line. He climbed onto the airplane stairs, and then the plane closed up and taxied away and took off.
Our flight to Bangkok was smooth, with a landing in Kolkata to fuel and pick up passengers who had forgotten to shower that morning. We landed in Bangkok with less than 2 hours to make a connection to a different airline to take us to Cambodia. We were very concerned that our 6 checked bags - which were only tagged to arrive in Bangkok, not Cambodia, since Druk Air doesn't fly there - would get onto the connecting flight and we thought we'd have to go through customs and immigration and baggage claim and then do it again in reverse to check in to Bangkok Air. But the nice brightly dressed ladies at the Bangkok Air transfer desk assigned us blue stickers to wear on our clothes and sent us to the gate for the Siem Reap flight and assured us that our luggage would join us, even though they seemed convinced that we had come from Kathmandu and didn't seem to have heard of Druk Air.
When we checked in with the man at the Siem Reap counter downstairs in the Bangkok Air terminal and explained that our luggage had to make this quick connection without us personally locating it, and we asked if it would make it, the man looked at Don and asked, "Sir, do you know how to pray?"
Well, (I guess since we do), the luggage made it, and so did we, with a sheaf of documents in hand (4 or 5 for each person, x6 people) for visas, etc in Cambodia. Our Bangkok Air plane turned out to be a small propeller plane (!!) which the kids thought was neato and which I thought looked scary. But you know, it was a flight of less than an hour and extremely smooth, since the terrain is very flat from Bangkok to Cambodia. We landed in light rain at the small Siem Reap airport and had no trouble getting through the lines, finding our luggage, and being met by our driver.
We splurged on Cambodia, and bought a package tour through a company called Apsara (those are the heavenly dancers depicted in stone sculpture on Angkor Wat & other temples). It provides accomodations at a 5-star hotel, meals, an AC'd vehicle with an English-speaking guide. Frankly my expectations for how each of those items would translate in Cambodia was sort of low, given my limited knowledge of the country and our experience with the finest hotels Bhutan has to offer, which are primitive and usually don't have toilet paper. But as we have been discovering, as each jaw-dropping detail of the hotel revealed itself, 5-star means 5-star here. And as we got to know our excellent and funny guide, the young Mr. Wanna, and the driver of our white luxury bus, Mr. Sok ("Shock"), it has seemed like the Knight Bus in Harry Potter: showing up in the right place, at the right time, glistening clean and with tons of seats, and squeezing itself into tight spots with magical ease. Last night we were so tired from travelling that our kids nearly dropped their heads into the plates of the third course of a gourmet 4-course meal, and we went up to find our crisp white sheets had been expertly turned-down, and that soft white robes and slippers awaited. I'll have to write about the temples we saw today later, but Cambodia is truly amazing and we're having a blast. I thought that anything after Bhutan might be anticlimactic, but this leg is just as wonderful in its own way.
So, a long entry tonight on the hotel computer in the business lounge, but I wanted to capture the odd & strangely enjoyable day it turned out to be to hop from Paro Bhutan, to Kolkata India, to Bangkok Thailand and touch down in the utterly foreign and fascinating Siem Reap Cambodia.
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