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Off the Beaten Path in Central
Cambodia
"The journey, which involved an unexpected encounter
with the infamous Khmer Rouge, turned out to be far more than I had bargained for."
by Mark Long
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2002, 2003, 2004 borobudur.tv. All Rights Reserved.
In December
of 1998, I journeyed to central Cambodia to visit one of the surviving wonders of the
ancient world: the temple of Angkor Wat. Although I had previously taught English in the
monasteries of Laos at the request of the local Buddhist monks, I had not come to Cambodia
with the intention of spending my time doing the same thing. Nevertheless it seemed like
the right thing to do when some Khmer students stopped me on the road one day to ask if I
would be willing to given them lessons.
Our ad hoc classroom consisted of a park bench on
the river next to the town's high school. On many evenings a dozen students or more would
drop by to practice their English. I suspect, however, that their primary reason for
coming was to learn more about what life was like in the outside world. Their intense
interest took the form of a myriad questions on subjects ranging from politics and good
government to TV, movies and music.
THE LAST CIVILIZED
OUTPOST
The last civilized
outpost on the way to Mount Kulen is a beautiful Hindu temple called Banteay Sri, which
was constructed over one thousand years ago. Even when measured against the grandeur of Angkor Wat, Banteay Sri holds its own, mesmerizing visitors with its
fragile beauty and the impression that it was designed to be a playground for children.
This is the result of the monuments dramatically reduced scale, which is about
one-half the size proportionally of any other temple in the area.
One of the other reasons why Banteay Sri
so easily captures the imagination is due to the fact that it has been constructed almost
entirely out of pink sandstone. The temple's many sculptures and bas-reliefs exhibit a
sensual beauty that simply begs for human adoration. Of particular interest are the
smiling youthful figures that serve as the guardians of the temple's central sanctuary. To
anyone open to receiving their message, they seem to radiate love and compassion in all
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At the gates to Banteay Sri, we met two local policemen who
agreed to escort us across no man's land to the base of the sacred mountain. In the
company of our armed escort, we went zipping across the jungle paths on motorcycles. We
occasionally passed by local villagers who were heading in the same direction. They looked
at me as if they had just seen an alien step out of his flying saucer. As far as
Caucasians were concerned, the path to Mount Kulen is the road less traveled by.
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AN APPOINTMENT WITH THE
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Except for the items that we brought with us, there was no way to tell
which century we were now living in. We saw men out farming with their water buffalo as
naked kids frolicked in the rice paddies. Nearby were small huts built out of palm fronds.
Inside the women of the household were busy cooking food at the family hearth. No
electricity, no telephones, and no cars. Just people living in exactly the same way as
their ancestors had lived hundreds, perhaps even thousands, of years ago.
Almost every
Khmer student that I met during my visit had lost one or more family members to the
horrors of Cambodia's "Killing Fields." Several of these kids have no family
left at all. And yet despite the great losses that they had all suffered, these young
people were not afraid of the Khmer Rouge nor did they blindly hate the communist rebels.
Their capacity to forgive the horrors of the past was both amazing and heart rending at
the same time.
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SCALING THE SACRED
MOUNTAIN |
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My first encounter
with the Khmer Rouge took place as soon as our motorcade arrived at the base of the sacred
mountain. At the time of my visit, this was the rebel movement's last stronghold in
Cambodia. The rebel leaders greated our police escort as if they were long lost friends.
The police asked the Khmer Rouge to take good care of us and then sped off on their
motorbike.
"Not to worry," assured one of my
teenage troopers. Despite my initial misgivings, it soon became apparent that the
teenagers were absolutely right. Mount Kulen was occupied by a rag-tag band of young
idealists who bore no responsibility whatsoever for the former actions of Pol Pot and his
dreaded associates.
As we navigated our way up
the face of the mountain, the teenagers took turns practicing their English conversation
lessons. About half way up the mountain side, I suddenly lost my footing and started to
slide down the face of the cliff. At the last possible moment, I grabbed hold of a big
rock to save myself from what otherwise would have been a nasty fall.
"You need to be more careful," said one
of the students.
"Right," I agreed as I looked down from
the small ledge onto which I had scrambled. "I would hate having to make this climb a
second time today."
No you
don't understand," another of the students replied. "The mountain to either side
of this path is covered with land mines. If you slide outside the pathway you might get
blown up."
"Now you tell me!"
If I ever run into Tom Cruise I
shall certainly advise him that if he really wants to live dangerously then he
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THE RIVER OF A THOUSAND
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Our
arrival at the top of the mountain was merely the first stage of the journey. Over a
thousand years ago, the natives of Angkor had diverted a stream that flows out of the
mountaintop so that they could carve religious images into its river bed. The purpose
of their ambitious endeavour was to have the river flow over hundreds of holy images
before it tumbled to the plateau below, where it served as the city of Angkor's water
supply. In addition to carved images of Vishnu and Brahma, the river bed is lined with
hundreds of stone lingas that represent the Hindu god Shiva, which is why this raging
stream is known locally as the "River of a Thousand Lingas."
At the eastern end of the mountain's
summit is a roaring waterfall where visitors can wash off the sweat and grime that they
accumulated during their ascent. In addition, there is a Buddhist temple nearby that has
been built on the top of a huge boulder. To enter the temple one has to climb up a rickety wooden staircase of
uncertain age and questionable stability. We paused for a moment at the top of this
staircase to admire the view. Inside the small temple was a large reclining Buddha image
that was adorned with an abundance of flower offerings.
After climbing back down to solid
ground, we took a quick break for lunch followed by a brief exploration of some temple
ruins that we had spied from the path during our way in. Although it seemed as if we had
only just arrived, it was time to begin retracing our steps. No one wants to be climbing
down the side of Mount Kulen after sundown.
Our descent from the mountain heights proceeded
without a hitch. The Khmer Rouge soldiers offered us an armed escort back to government
territory. Given the desolation of the surrounding countryside together with recent
reports of bandits in the area, we decided that this was not a bad idea. So we hopped back
on our motorbikes and went roaring back towards civilization just as the sun was setting
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STRANDED IN THE TWILIGHT
ZONE |
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The
Khmer believe that the human spirit is most vulnerable at the time of twilight, when it is
neither day nor night. Along that stretch of no man's land which lies between the mountain
and Siemreap, the feeling of potential danger was so strong that it was almost
tangible.
Without any warning, our Khmer
Rouge escort veered onto a tiny jungle path and beckoned for us to follow.
"This was not the way we came," I said.
"Its probably a short cut that will
save us some time," replied one of the teenagers.
Then suddenly our armed escort roared ahead and
disappeared round a curve in the path leaving our little troop alone in the middle of a
dense jungle. Eventually we arrived at a fork in the path. Which way do we go from here?
As the darkness swallowed the jungle, we elected
to veer to the left. Visions of a leering Pol Pot began to dance in my head. Perhaps my
pilgrimage to Mount Kulen hadn't been such a bright idea after all.
Then as if by magic a dozen
natives appeared without warning on the jungle path behind us. Despite the almost total
absence of light, they were all fiercely pedaling bicycles as if guided by some unseen
power. As they rode on by, I sought a glimpse of their faces as they passed through the
beams of our motorcycle headlights. Although our presence on the path must have been
entirely unexpected, the mysterious riders never even glanced in our direction. Their
faces remained hidden by the shadows cast from the pointed straw hats that they
were wearing.
"They must be on their way to
their home village," shouted one of the teenagers. So we followed those inscrutible
shadow riders down the dark jungle path and around a sharp bend to find our Khmer Rouge
escort waiting at the next crossroads. They had gotten hungry and had decided to zip ahead
so that they could grab a bite to eat. Now that they had successfully guided us to the
edge of government-held territory they said goodbye and headed back to their mountain
lair.
Since my visit to Angkor in 1998, the Khmer Rouge
have surrendered and Mount Kulen has been cleared of land mines so that it is finally safe
for tourists to visit.
As for the Khmer Rouge, the
leaders who were in power during the Cambodian holocaust have been put on trial for crimes
against humanity. The inevitable news coverage of these trials tries to be sensational by
painting a scary picture of Cambodia, replete with images of skulls and photos of the
victims of the Killing Fields. This article is intended in some small part act as a
counterpoint to the reports of western journalists with an agenda that attempts to bscure
the fact that Cambodia is a wonderful dynamic place to visit that seems to be changing
right before your eyes, or at least that is how it appeared to me during my latest visit
in May of 2003. Perhaps one day you too will have the opportunity to see its magnificent
temples, climb the sacred mountain and befriend some of the wonderful people who live in
the neighborhood.
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THE BIRTH OF THE COSMOS
AT ANGKOR WAT |
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The east-facing temple
wall at Angkor Wat portrays the Hindu creation story known as the "Churning of the
Sea of Milk." These panels are best seen around the time of sunrise. Former
University of Michigan professor Eleanor Mannikka has discovered that the sun interacts
with several of the panel's images on important dates of the annual solar cycle. The
entire scene contains a total of 183 figures that collectively represent the number of
days between the Winter and Summer solstices that take place each year during the months
of December and June, respectively.
 
At the pivot point of this magnificent relief is the
figure of the Hindu solar deity Vishnu (right), who occupies the one position in the panel
that is directly illuminated by the rising sun on the day of the vernal equinox each
March. In addition to the relief, the temple of Angkor Wat features solar alignments
in which the Sun appears to rise out of its central tower on the day of the vernal equinox
each March from at observation point located at the western end of the long causeway that
leads up to the temple gates.
Set at the beginning of the
Golden Age, the Churning of the Sea of Milk explains how the forces of light (devas) and
darkness (asuras) once worked together to generate the elixir of immortality that the
Hindu scriptures call the amrita. At the beginning of the world, the devas fought bitterly
with the asuras for a thousand years.
Each side was separately attempting to
generate the elixer called the amrita, which would render immortal anyone who drank it.
Unable to generate the amrita, both sides asked Lord Vishnu for assistance. After
explaining to the celestials that they would have to work together in order to generate
the amrita, Vishnu organized the forces of light and darkness into two groups. At Angkor
Wat, the asuras are arrayed on the left. They are led by their captain Bali, who holds the
head of the serpent king that served as the churning rope.
To the right are arrayed the forces of light, led by the
monkey king Sugriva who can be seen holding onto the serpent king's tail. At the center of
the entire operation is Vishnu, who guides the churning operation from his commanding
position on the pivotal mountain of Mandara, around which the serpent king has wrapped his
body. To keep the Mandara from sinking into the Sea of Milk, the king of the tortoises
acts as the mountain's support. After two thousand more years come to pass, the churning
operation finally succeeds, generating not only the much coveted elixir of immortality,
but also the sun, the moon, and the celestial nymphs called the apsaras. They rise
like stars and hover over the Milk Ocean, which symbolizes the Milky Way galaxy.
 Like the revolution of the sun, moon, planets, and stars that
eternally revolve about the dome of the firmament, the visitor to Angkor is part of a
cycle that must periodically return to the beginning. Having assimilated Angkor's cosmic
perspective, the visitor walks back through the temple proper, down the long western
causeway and steps back into the world of the present.
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TIPS FOR VISITORS TO THE
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Visitors who would like to tour
the Angkor Archaeological Park can reach this destination via flights from the Southeast
Asian cities of Bangkok, Hong Kong, Phnom Penh, and Singapore. The most delightful place
to stay in the Angkor area is located just a few kilometers from the Park entrance.
During my first visit to Angkor, I stayed with Lady Samnark, her
husband Jheum and their two children. This Khmer family has built some nice guest rooms
next to their home, which is located just behind the ever-popular "Moms Guest
House" in downtown Siemreap. "Mom," in fact, is Samnark's sister. Each of
the Lady Samnark's bungalows has an attached bathroom with hot-water shower. In addition,
she'll cook you breakfast just the way you like it. For further information, contact:
Samnark Prahriem, Proprietor, No. 0027 Wat Bo Street (Behind Moms Guest House),
Siemreap, Angkor, Cambodia. Tel: (855)-(0)15-630039, Fax: (855) 63-963476.
When I revisited Siem Reap in May of 2003, I was amazed at the number
of guest houses and hotels that have sprung up during the past four years. For those who
absolutely cannot live without air conditioning, Siemreap now offers dozens of western
style accomodations. The main drawback of these places is that they do not afford you the
chance to really experience Kmer culture firsthand. My recommendation is to ask one
of the taxi drivers at the airport to show you around town so that you can visit the
available guesthouses and have the opportunity to see what each has to offer. You should
also feel free to ask for a discount if you are traveling on a budget.
Transport must be booked locally
in order to visit the ancient city of Angkor. For day trips to Angkor Wat and the nearby
monuments it is possible to go by motorbike. Motorcycle drivers can be hired in the
vicinity of the Kings Palace, which is located a couple of blocks to the west of
Moms Guesthouse.
As the reader has already no doubt surmised, for safety
reasons foreign tourists should only travel to Banteay Sri by van or bus. Licensed tour
service operator Soeum Sarin is extremely knowledgeable about the customs, art, and
history of the Angkor period. He can arrange transportation and guide services for trips
to Banteay Sri as well as to any of the other outlying monuments of the Angkor
Archaeological Park. For the adventurous at heart, he can also arrange day trips to Mount
Kulen. For further information, contact: Soeum Sarin, Manager/Tour Guide, Tours Service
& Siem Reap Real Estate Company, #0371 Group 8, Phum Chong Kao Suo, Khum Slor Kram,
Srok, Siem Reap, Cambodia. Tel: (055) (0)15-638458 Fax: (855) (0)63-964064.

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