The City and the stones and the trees

Siem Reap e altfel. Centrul e un fel de Vama Veche pe steroizi combinat cu riviera franceza. Pub street este plin de oameni care danseaza in strada si isi impart generos alcoolul. Muzica la maxim si o multime de occidentali veniti pentru ‘a good time’, orice ar insemna asta, muzica, dans, localnice, droguri si alcool.

Templele sunt altceva. Pozele o sa vorbeasca de la sine. Raman cu o idee, cea a Zeitei Natura care ii infrange pe toti ceilalti zei, oricat de de piatra ar fi. Țipetele rugatoare ale zeilor pe masura ce casele li se naruie. Noi preoti, albi, inalti si invingatori raspandindu-si radacinile.

Siem Reap is different. An eclectic mix between a hippie seaside resort and the french riviera. Pub street full of people dancing and sharing their alcohol. All westerners, all looking for a good time whatever that might mean, music, dance, alcohol, drugs, the local girls. Plenty of fancy restaurants full of tourists. The locals provide the services.

The Ankgor temples are a different world. The pictures speak for themselves but I have one image stuck in my mind: the stone goods screaming their agony as God Nature takes over, its tall and whitish monks spreading their roots.