Oh, my friends! I'm so pleased you're not dead!

Nick and I have just wrapped up Day Three in Angkor and are feeling a bit like Indiana Jones; we've been whistling, humming, and/or singing the theme for the last 3 days. We've explored a number of active ruins that have been looted and were followed around by a bunch of kids that were reminiscent of Short Round (but not nearly as endearing).

The scale of the Angkor complex is beyond comprehension. It is everything National Geographic made me imagine, and more. The temples are massive, but the carving details are minuscule. We visited a temple yesterday, Banteay Srei, which was built in the late 10th century. The carving was exquisite, tiny, and in remarkable good shape, given that it was over 1000 years old.

We've scaled a few temples for excellent views and terrifying descents. We had a girl try to sell Nick 10 postcards for $5 (the going rate here is 10 for $1) and in the process of the hard sell tell him he was a handsome man", at which point our driver burst into giggles. We've taken probably 1000 pictures in the last three days (we can't guarantee that they'll be any good). We've been surrounded by Japanese tour groups. But mostly we've been overwhelmed. Every time we say we're suffering from Temple Fatigue, we notice some other interesting detail that keeps us going.

Tomorrow's our last day in the Angkor region and we plan on ending our time here as we began it: at Angkor Wat. This time we'll be watching the sunset instead of sunrise.

Oh, and today we took an elephant ride through part of the complex and saw some monkeys. It may be good to be Ted, but today it was also good to be us.

--R