Sunrise on Empire
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So there we were, it was past midnight and we were celebrating the building of two houses for poor Cambodian families and collection 30.000 British Pounds for MAG on top of that. So, we had every right to party. And party we did. When the crowds in the street of Pub Street started to disperse we decided to go next door to the Temple Club. It had it all. Loud music, laser beams, smoke, cheap drinks, T-shirt, raised platforms to dance on ... the works. We had to be back in the hotel at 4:30 AM to go and see the sun rise over Angkor Wat and decided that we might as well party until that time. No sleep 'til Angkor!
At 4 AM we took a couple of tuk tuks back to the hotel and waited for the buss to arrive. Martina initially didn't want to go anymore and it took a bit of convincing (read: picking her up and carrying her on the bus despite her wining) to get her to join.
Angkor Wat is without a doubt the most impressive temple of the Angkor empire. The sunrises can be magical here, but today's was a lot less impressive than the one I saw five years ago. The sky did not turn purple this day and not carrying a tripod, most of my pictures came out quite horrible. We still had fun though and after the sun had come up I had a coffee with Kat at one of the stalls in an attempt to stay awake.
At 7:30 we had gathered again at the start of the causeway.
After breakfast at the Lotus Lodge the fatigue got the better of me. Too little sleep seems to make me slip into a weird semi-conscious state of paranoia. It was high time to go to bed and I caught some hours of sleep before getting up in time to say goodbye to the group members that were flying back today. Many hugs (yeay!) and warm wishes were exchanged and we all promised to stay in touch.
After having a snack for lunch I grabbed one of the hotels bicycles and made my way into Central Siem Reap. It was about time for a massage now. I had planned on having a massage at the Seeing Hands that train blind people to perform massages. They also make 'house calls' at our hotel but could not perform oil massages there because it messed up the bed sheets. I therefore decided to head to their own massage parlour. I really shouldn't have bothered. The place was being renovated (resulting in a lot of noise) and no oil massages were available here either. An albino guy gave me a good massage though, which included him actually walking across my back ('this heavy sir?')! A was slightly put off by his question if I had a girlfriend for tonight and if not should he arrange one for me? Sexcuse me? No thank you!
Back in the hotel I met up with the remaining volunteers plus Martina's friend Andy and Bryan's daughter Anna, who works in Phnom Penh as a teacher.