Angkor Wat presents a challenge to the blogger: How to describe the indescribable?
How to even begin? There are the soaring towers, of course.
I also loved the long, graceful terraces flanked with columns.
A series of bas reliefs stretches the whole length of the terraces, bringing to life, among other tales, the battle between Hanuman’s monkey army and that of the demon king Ravana.
On a more spiritual plane are the apsaras, celestial nymphs who smile from corners and columns in nearly every chamber.
My favorite, though – and I guess it’s no big surprise, cat lover that I am – was the lions. They may be corroded, with crumbling faces, but they still have powerful haunches that look coiled and ready to spring.
Next I’ll blog about some of the other temples in the complex. But I repeat, you just can’t capture Angkor Wat in a few words or photos. It is steeped in history and radiant with a dozen different kinds of magic. If you can find a way to get there, go. I don’t see how you could regret it.