There was little appeal to Phnom Krom, the temple we visited in the afternoon 11 km south of Siem Reap, but the real pull was the trip itself.
Weaving by tuktuk along the winding roading heading south toward the Tonlé Sap lake, past traditional Khmer houses.
Kids pedaling meditatively along on bicycles, shirtless men holding babies, talking to their neighbors, stacks of bricks, ponds of lotus flowers emerging.
Men fishing with their sons in the adjoining marshes, the stench of garbage and fermented fish paste, wedding preparations, wagons with chilied snails, sometimes brightly painted wood houses on stilts, thatch houses.
Old women sweeping their yards, the area under their raised houses, with thatch brooms. Phnom Krom is located high up on a hill, kind of shock from the utter flatness of this country.
Suddenly amazing views of the surrounding landscape emerge, the monster lake in
the distance becomes increasingly visible as we rise, the patchwork of rice
fields filled with water irrigated from the lake, a year-round water source
since ancient times. Unlike other areas of Cambodia, the paddies shimmer emerald
green, what with the constant supply of water.






