Once my gut told me to stop and my brain told me to go. My heart said nothing, it was beating too fast to give impressions. A few moments later I was sliding on the asphalt. Close but no cigar. Cycling always gave me a rough ride. 


My airplane landed on Wednesday, already 2 days ago, under a heavy rain.   

It has since been an inspiring trip.  I've seen temples overtaken by nature, trees fight their way to the soil, stones carved over a thousand years ago and still in one piece, stone cemeteries of what was once a wall.  

But I'm also confused.  Everything can be touched.  Climbed on.  Stomped.  

Why are we walking on these world inheritage monuments, built 1200 years ago.  There is no protection.  

It's like everything humans have decided to exploit.  The forests that give us our air.  The oil that stored enough carbon for life to be flourishing.  The oceans from which we've crawled out of.  

So the temples shall be exploited till it's too late; till the rocks are flattened and fall to the ground. 

Enough for now.  A party at pub street awaits me.  A full post of this trip will be posted in the middle of next week!  Stay tuned 😉 

EDIT: Click here to access the blog post and traveling review of my amazing trip to Angkor Wat.

Dragon boat rowing

Rest In Peace Laurent Vidal