At Bayon, just a short tuk-tuk ride up the road from Angkor Wat, the crowds were smaller but the complex’s layout was more confined: it was a little challenging navigating the worn, stacked stone without unwittingly winding up in someone’s photograph. We lingered for a little while, admiring giant stone faces that were absent from Angkor Wat, then traveled on into the mid-day heat.
The Angkor Wat temple complex is vast, its scale from another era. Its stone is worn and stained, dulled by time, yet some of its carvings remain impressively intact — albeit due in part to ongoing restoration efforts. As the early morning haze lifted, we wandered the complex in a daze — antiquity has a way of not leaving much to say.