Well folks, I went and did it. I flew half way around the world for the privilege of getting sick.
It started on Mother’s Day while we were still in Singapore. I was dreading the plane ride on Tuesday to Cambodia, and hoping against hope I would get better and be able to enjoy our time in Siem Reap.
But it was not to be.
I had scheduled a two day private tour prior to our arrival. The first day was spent touring the major temples at Angkor Wat, one of the seven wonders of the world, and the second day we would be touring a floating fishing village.
I was well enough to take the day one tour, but barely. The temperature was over 100 degrees and I felt like I was going to pass out more than once.
(During the first part of the tour, I didn’t have the umbrella. I wish the tour guide would have suggested it from the beginning!)
When you visit the temples, your shoulders and knees must be covered. They don’t even allow a shawl, which is unusual. I noticed many people, particularly those that appeared to be more local, were quite covered up from head to toe. Perhaps if the material is breathable that’s actually cooler, but the real reason may be because they don’t want to get dark skin, as that implies you are a peasant.
After a much needed lunch break in an air conditioned restaurant, we headed to Ta Prohm, made famous by the movie Tomb Raider. This temple was built in the 12th century as a royal monastery by King Jayavarman VII and was dedicated to his mother.
This is just one of several trees over 250 years old whose gigantic roots intertwine with the stones and walls to form a natural roof above the man made structure. It’s quite amazing actually, and unlike anything else in the world I believe.
The tour could have lasted a lot longer, but all I wanted to do was go back to our hotel, take a shower and lie down. I felt like my head was going to implode. I felt like I was going to die, and I had visions of Fisherman having to fly my body back to the states. At least I wouldn’t have to endure another 24 hour flight. 😉 Luckily, our tour guide recommended some medicine which we picked up at a pharmacy on the way back and that helped quite a bit, but not enough for me to want to take the tour on the second day.
I’m writing this in our hotel room, surrounded by tissues, while Fisherman is off on the tour. It stinks that we came all this way to a place we won’t ever return and I can’t make the most of it.
I’ve concluded I don’t do well on long flights. To the best of my recollection, the last time I was sick was four years ago when I was last in Singapore. Airplanes are flying Petri dishes, and I slept a total of five minutes on a 24 hour flight. Throw in going in and out of air conditioned spaces and outside air that feels like a sauna, and you’ve got a recipe for disaster.
One bright note…I got a complimentary 15 minute massage Tuesday night at the hotel spa which was amazing, and I’ve booked a 60 minute honey tamarind scrub and 45 minute head and shoulder massage tomorrow for a grand total of $35. Yup. You read that right. It almost makes me feel guilty!
In other news…
We’ll be heading back to Singapore on Saturday, and I hope by then I’ll be over this damn debilitating cold! I have lots more pictures to share but I will probably wait to post those. I decided to leave my dslr at home, and I’m glad I did. I’m only taking pictures with my cell phone, iPad and GoPro, and I may have a couple of videos to share as well.