The marvellous walled capital city of the Khmers, the approach of which is guarded by nine-headed nagas on either side, the symbol of strength and majesty in Hindu-Khmer mythology. In the background, the visitor beholds the visage of King Jayavarman VII, lips curled in a knowing smile that acknowledges the magnificence and splendour of Angkor Thom, the child of Ambition and Power, and who seems to mock the insignificant traveller.
The Bayon, and the reason why cold grey stone still awes. Enough said.
Trees rule in Ta Phrom, where Antiquity wages a losing battle against Nature. Kudos to Darren for a wonderful shot.
Nature the Eternal has the last word, and fashions her own greatness at Preah Khan.
The unfinished construction at Sang Srang. Tranquility defined in terms other than rock and ruin.
Angkor Wat in the lotus pond. On the morning of the thirteenth of February, we learnt that our peregrinations were not for naught.
Dauntless at Ta Keo. At the bottom and in the head, I could have scaled anything. At the top, I wished I had climbed 43 stories on proper concrete flights of stairs instead of the two narrow crumbling ones in this picture.
The marvellous walled capital city of the Khmers, the approach of which is guarded by nine-headed nagas on either side, the symbol of strength and majesty in Hindu-Khmer mythology. In the background, the visitor beholds the visage of King Jayavarman VII, lips curled in a knowing smile that acknowledges the magnificence and splendour of Angkor Thom, the child of Ambition and Power, and who seems to mock the insignificant traveller.
The Bayon, and the reason why cold grey stone still awes. Enough said.
Trees rule in Ta Phrom, where Antiquity wages a losing battle against Nature. Kudos to Darren for a wonderful shot.
Nature the Eternal has the last word, and fashions her own greatness at Preah Khan.
The unfinished construction at Sang Srang. Tranquility defined in terms other than rock and ruin.
Angkor Wat in the lotus pond. On the morning of the thirteenth of February, we learnt that our peregrinations were not for naught.
Dauntless at Ta Keo. At the bottom and in the head, I could have scaled anything. At the top, I wished I had climbed 43 stories on proper concrete flights of stairs instead of the two narrow crumbling ones in this picture.
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