The temples of Angkor are the largest religious buildings in the world, and their beauty is stunning. Every one of the thousands of stones are delicately decorated with carvings telling ancient Cambodian myths and history, many as clear today as when they were made more than a thousand years ago. Following the main 20 mile trip round shows you only the major sites.
That's all well and good, but how are you supposed to get round them? The guide books suggest various modes of transport. The first, the classic moped, we have of course learnt is not for the faint hearted. The second, a normal bicycle, is a lovely way to see everything, and super if you're a top fit snowboarder from the alps.
But for the arthritic London girl, I have discovered a secret joy! THE SINGER ELECTRIC BICYCLE!!! This mean lean driving machine can reach heady speeds of up to 15 miles an hour, and all without the need to pedal! Technically, you are supposed to pedal while the electric motor eases the strain. You can't fool me! I've seen the old women going to Sainsbury's on their Stannah scooters. Are they pedalling? NO! Infact, I challenge them to a race.
The SINGER ELECTRIC BICYCLE has very few disadvantages. The only one here is the Cambodian traffic system, in which the more powerful vehicle always has the right of way. For some reason, the SINGER ELECTRIC BICYCLE does not seem to rank highly.
THE SINGER ELECTRIC BICYCLE. BUY ONE NOW.
i bet he still beat you round though, right? huha MEGA.
i can just see bruno's puppy dog excitement; oyu've dragged him to what he imagined would be another boring old ruins to slog round all day where he has to make the appropriate interested noises as he goes round... you arrive and he sees that maybe there is something in today for him; a race... now that's how to spice up some ruins. huha. tell him he want's to get back to the beach - even wales has had swell this week, surely cambodia has loads. it was shoulder-head high all both sat and sunday and 6mph offshore wind, so glassy as an ice rink. confused? well that's the surfing equivalent of bein on the mountain after it's dumped about 4 feet overnight and the sky's a bluebird.
hence my battered body and reluctance to leave my bed even 3 days later...
ciao for now buddy, gotta get to european cinema lecture. we're wtching gegen die wand. it's turkish/german, by a guy called fatih akin. you seen it? sure it'll be riveting!
adios