Yesterday, before the birthday party, we made a wonderful but tiring trip to the top of Chisor Mountain (the local people say it: Chiso).
This is the most important place of cults for the whole region - on the days of religious and state holidays, crowds of believers and tourists come here from almost the whole country.
Luckily, there are not many white tourists and no Chinese tourists at all. What a relief.
You have to climb this mountain up 452 stepss. I invite everyone to this endurance test in 33 st.C.
We made it!
At the top we gao a prize: a great remnant of a complex of temples from the period of the Angkor empire. Certainly, if it were not for the popularity of Angkor Wat, the whole world would be coming here.
This time we were alone.
After exploring the whole hill, we had lunch in a typical Khmer scenery, i.e. on a straw-covered platform where hammocks are hung, the ordered dishes are served.
Unfortunately, the chicken was murdered on our (exactly our group) order. I ate rice and some greens.
Beer complemented the atmosphere of relaxation. Silence and beautiful views satisfied our needs.
Then we visited a monastery complex, where more than a thousand young monks reside, where they gain basic knowledge and preparation for life. They come from the poorest families.
What a pity thatthose young people do not know English. It would be an interesting conversation.Yesterday, before the birthday party, we made a wonderful but tiring trip to the top of Chisor (the local people say: Chiso).
This is the most important place of cults for the whole region - on the days of religious and state holidays, crowds of believers and tourists come here from almost the whole country.
Luckily, there are not many white tourists and no Chinese tourists at all. What a relief.
You have to climb this mountain up 452 stepss. I invite everyone to this endurance test in 33 st.C.
We made it!
At the top we gao a prize: a great remnant of a complex of temples from the period of the Angkor empire. Certainly, if it were not for the popularity of Angkor Wat, the whole world would be coming here.
This time we were alone.
After exploring the whole hill, we had lunch in a typical Khmer scenery, i.e. on a straw-covered platform where hammocks are hung, the ordered dishes are served.
Unfortunately, the chicken was murdered on our (exactly our group) order. I ate rice and some greens.
Beer complemented the atmosphere of relaxation. Silence and beautiful views satisfied our needs.
Then we visited a monastery complex, where more than a thousand young monks reside, where they gain basic knowledge and preparation for life. They come from the poorest families.
What a pity thatthose young people do not know English. It would be an interesting conversation.
