Bucket List: The Temples of Angkor Wat


I feel as though everyone must have grown up seeing otherworldly photos of Angkor Wat in magazines like National Geographic. For me, the images of the strange pointed towers, large faces stacked on top of one another, and trees growing out of stone prompted me to invent some much cooler, more worldly version of myself to step inside this mysterious place and discover all its secrets. At the time I had no idea I would be partially right. It was just one out of a million dreams I created, and I never expected it to come true.

Since this week marks 2 years since I was in Siem Reap Cambodia, it seems only fitting that I cover the Temples of Angkor Wat in a bucket list post to commemorate all the years it was nothing more than a childhood dream and an item on a list. Unlike most childhood dreams, my visit to the Angkor Wat temple complex was better than I imagined thanks to a hang over and Ana and Jo, the two wonderful friends I spend the day with, and feel privileged to have met in the first place. While it may not sound so great to be hung over in the sweltering heat of Cambodia while walking endless sections of a rather large complex, the comedic memory of the three of us shuffling our feet and cracking jokes about the “possibility of visit” sign are far better than I could ever have dreamed up at 10.


The first temple we came to was Angkor Wat, which was partially covered in a teal tarp and scaffolding that detracted from the intricate towers and iconic view we were all probably expecting. Honestly, I think it was a good thing we were all too hung over to really care. I can say with confidence that for my part I was more concerned with the sweltering heat and the glaring sun, and that I spent the entire walk up this pathway staring at the large stone tiles underfoot.

The inside of the temple was surprisingly bare, with the occasional statue standing alone in an empty passageway, and beautiful railings and carvings dotting the most random places that seemed to hit you as you turned a corner. Its unlit hallways and rooms lent a coolness to the day that I was more than happy to absorb for as long as possible, and seemed to give the building a sad feeling. The weathered walls and broken columns made me wonder about all the years and people and events that had passed by before. Cool to the touch, the stone that stood all around me still feels a little bit unreal in my memory, despite the two visits I experienced in almost as many days.

Next we got into our tuk tuk and were driven over to the temples of Bayon and Angkor Thom which are, for all intents and purposes, next door to one another. The three of us were instantly in awe of what stood before us, finally having that moment you expect when visiting the temple complex. Bayon was more unreal in person than any photograph had ever even suggested. The weathered, pieced together look of the faces stacked tall into the sky, the passages with an endless amount of carvings to examine and gape at, and stairways that seemed to climb forever and go nowhere in particular as if they knew some secret you were in on. It was almost too overwhelming to be real.


We walked next door past playing monkeys and random sections of stone, and were met with the broken windows and doorways that lead into Angkor Thom (or Angry Tom as we like to call it), which although is not as impressive as Bayon, it’s a marvel in its own right when you happen to find yourself standing at the bottom of the excessively tall staircases. Admittedly this section is a bit of a haze in my memory, and while I don’t remember anything about the inside of the temple, I do remember a lot of Angry Tom jokes that started the moment Jo thought I was mispronouncing the name of the temple, and didn’t end until we found something else to snicker about.

Finding something else to laugh about didn’t take very long. While I can say I have walked across both the Terrace of the Elephants and the Terrace of the Leper King (which btw is the worst title ever), all I remember is a long discussion about the “possibility of visit sign” and stumbling along while staring at the beautiful ring around the sun. I’d love to tell you this was due to my hangover and/or the fact that I had only had water and a coke to drink the entire day, but the truth is that I would have done both sober and that the conversation was more interesting than the terraces we were walking on.

Last but not least is the temple of Ta Prohm, which I saw both in middle of the afternoon on my first trip with Ana and Jo, and just before the complex closed for the day (which is the best time to visit) the second time around. I think maybe what I like most about this temple is not the trees swallowing the structure, or even the chaotic, broken impression it leaves on you, but rather the entrance that doesn’t even hint at what lies ahead of you. Since this is without a doubt the most popular temple, you’re going to be waiting for other people a lot, which was actually sort of perfect because it gave us the chance to sit down and take everything in for the first time that day.

Not only are the trees much larger and more entwined in the temple than I was aware of, but the structure itself is also more beautiful than you expect. Apart from the dilapidated appearance of broken walls, piles of rubble, and sectioned off areas, the temple walls have beautiful carvings hidden behind the massive roots and trees that have over run them, and doorways of pale blue stone in sections away from the crowded mess of temple walls and trees fighting for space. It was the perfect way to end my visit, and I’m so happy to have been able to cross it off my bucket list.

A City Full of Creeps and The Khmer Rouge

I had been told that Cambodia was the seediest of all SE Asian countries before I started traveling, so I was prepared for all out chaos in the streets. I didn’t really understand what everyone was talking about until I arrived in Phnom Penh. Sure I had seen poverty, prostitution, and even children hawking goods, but I had yet to experience the creepy white men stories are told about…. That is until I left my hotel for dinner after arriving in the city. The place seems to be crawling with them. They’re the kind of guys who make your skin crawl and hair stand on end without even looking at you or striking up a conversation, and trust me, I should know. I routinely get hit on by creepy men of all nationalities while traveling.

The worst was the man who blatantly tried to seduce a little girl selling books out in front of the restaurant I was eating in. I had spoken with this little girl not 10 minutes before. She gave me her best sales pitch and we joked around a little before one of the waiters ushered her out into the street for bothering the customers. As I watched this man saunter over to her and try to offer her his kabob (the one he was eating not the one in his pants) before striking up a conversation and moving dangerously close to her. I felt sick to my stomach. I was on the verge of getting out of my seat to make a scene as she nervously looked past him in hopes of finding a way to escape. I seemed to be the only person noticing. How wasn’t anyone else seeing this? I waved for the waiter to see if he might assist me, and just as soon as I had raised my hand, the guy turned and walked away.

I made the decision right then to get the hell out of Phnom Penh as quickly as possible. I even paid my hotel extra to have my Vietnamese visa rushed.

Day 1

I had made a deal with my tuk tuk driver to have him take me to a few sites in the area, so I was up early in the morning to meet him outside of my hotel. My first stop of the day would be the S21 detention center in the middle of Phnom Penh. I’m sure this name means absolutely nothing to most of you, and it didn’t mean a lot to me either before seeing it, but it’s an important sight in Phnom Penh, and gives you a better understanding for both the Khmer war and the famous Killing field nearby.

The thing that makes S21 exceptionally eerie, is the fact that the buildings were used as a school before the Khmer Rouge took them over and converted them into a prison. You can still see chalk boards hanging on the walls, and uniformity throughout the classrooms as you walk among cells and beds that use to house the thousands of people who passed through this prisons walls. I opted not to do a tour of the facility, out of sheer cheapness, and ultimately I’m happy with my choice. While I’ve heard great things about the tours, I wasn’t up to hearing all the depressing details that no doubt accompany the depressing rooms I walked through. I didn’t need someone to tell me what had happened here. I could see it clear as day all by myself.

While I was there I was able to meet one of the 7 (I think this is the right number) survivors found in the prison when it was liberated. He didn’t speak a whole lot of English, but was more than happy to tell me what little he knew from his book sales pitch. His granddaughter filled in the rest of the gaps for me. While he was there he lost his wife and child and was only spared because he was able to paint. If you passed this old man on the street you’d never be able to guess the horrors he went through or the things he saw, and I’m not sure you’d want to anyway.

After S21 I found my tuk tuk driver and we made our way to the killing field. The order of my tour is definitely the way to approach these two places, as prisoners were taken from S21 by trucks, and later I believe by train, to the killing fields where they were either killed as soon as they arrived or placed in holding cells until they could be dealt with. My ride to the killing field was much more light-hearted and relaxing than the victims of the Khmer Rouge experienced, but probably contained the same amount of dust. My driver was nice enough to stop and buy me a surgical mask along the way to aid in my breathing.

The great thing about the Killing Field is the free audio guide you’re given at the beginning of your individual tour. It’s a nice way to mix personal stories with history as you wander through the grounds at your own pace. When you first see the Killing Field, it’s hard to imagine that anything horrific has taken place. There are large shady trees, grass lawns, and even flowers dotted around the grounds. It’s not until you begin walking around that you see the remnants of the horrors that took place there. If you set aside the mass graves outlined in fences with millions of Ibracelets hanging off of them, the clothing and bones peeking through the surface of some of the pathways are more than enough to give you a sense of what took place. I listened to every audio option available before leaving the grounds, and don’t feel like its appropriate for me to share some of the stories I heard. The pictures above are more than enough to give you a sense of my experience. I left feeling heavy-hearted and very much aware of a subject I had rarely ever heard about before.

Day 2

I slept in a little bit and eventually headed out to the National Museum to see what it was all about. Essentially its just a large museum with artifacts on display. It’s pretty cool if you’re into that sort of thing, which I just happen to be, but otherwise this might not be worth your time.

Afterwards I made my way to the Grand Palace and the temple housed within. There just happened to be some sort of ceremony taking place inside, so both buildings were closed to the public. It was a huge bummer to say the least, but it was incredibly hot outside, so I really didn’t mind heading back to my hotel room for a little relaxation in the air conditioning before dinner. I had plans to meet 4 English guys for dinner. I had met them in Siem Reap, and literally ran into them again the previous night just after grabbing some dinner. Since I had no idea where I was going, I hired a motorbike driver to take me there and ended up on a 30 minute tour of Phnom Penh. It turns out that their hotel, which was where I was meeting them, was only a few blocks away from where I was staying.I could have walked, but instead I found myself driving through the streets of Phnom Penh at night laughing at how lost my driver was. They say travel is an adventure, and this night certainly didn’t disappoint.

Day 3

I spent most of the day hanging out with my English friends. We went to the mall, to a bookstore, to the post office where I had a hell of a time trying to mail some stuff home, and on a small tour of the city I had already seen the night before by motorbike. We also purchased movie tickets for later that evening at the local mall, and couldn’t wait to see the latest Star Trek installment. Geeky sure, but incredibly awesome. It wasn’t an overly exciting day, but was still enjoyable by all accounts. My Vietnamese visa had already come through, so I was booked on a midnight bus out of the city. I had just enough time to make it back to my hotel after Star Trek: Into Darkness ended, before having to check out and head to my bus. I wasn’t sad to be saying goodbye to Phnom Penh. I had had my fill in the few days I had been there, and really don’t plan on making it back any time soon.

Cruising on the Bamboo Railroad

Day 1

I always get overly excited about strange attractions while traveling. I’m from the United States, a country that built roadside attractions to keep road trips a little wacky and a lot more fun. I guess I have my nationality to blame for this obsession, and it has no boundaries. Take for instance Battambang, Cambodia. A lot of people skip this section of the country on their trip, but I for one couldn’t wait to get there. It’s not an overly interesting city, though it’s not horrible either, but it’s home to something called the bamboo railroad.

In case you’re trying to figure out how a railroad could be created out of bamboo, let me just explain how this whole thing works. Back when France had planted its flag in Cambodian soil they built a railroad line that ran a great length of the country. The railroad itself is now defunct, and has been for a really long time, but that didn’t stop the Cambodians from finding a use for the miles of line left behind. Being ingenious, they took the wheels from some old carts and built bamboo platforms to set on top of them. Thus the bamboo railroad was created.

Every year there seems to be chatter about it being replaced with an actual train and new railway system, yet it’s still around leading me to believe all the hype is doing more for tourism than word of mouth ever could. It was even listed in my travel book as possibly not operating.  Luckily for me it was still running when I arrived in Battambang, and was the perfect way to begin a long and interesting tour around the area. I had been looking forward to the moment I’d find myself zooming along on one of those rickety carts, and when it arrived I was not let down.

It’s a fairly simple and short ride from one end of track down to a small village, where almost instantly a group of people welcome you with large smiles, beer, and crafts made from leaves and grass. I had been riding the rails with a couple, whose names I never did catch, and all three of us were surrounded by children handing us little gifts and hoping for monetary compensation. They were by far the best trained sales-children I have encountered during my trip, as they didn’t beg or demand anything, but were literally just good enough to make us feel like they deserved something for their time and creativeness. None of us gave them very much, but getting even a little money seemed to make them the happiest creatures alive.

I left with a ring, a head band, and a large grasshopper in my hair and felt wonderful about the whole experience. During this section of the ride we found ourselves face to face with another cart and a pride match began between our conductor and the one facing us began. We were more than willing to move out of the way, being 3 against about 15, but in the end we were given the right of way only to run into a line of 3 cars a few minutes later that forced us off the track. Luckily these things are easy to take apart or we would have been in a standoff for eternity.

Next my tour guide and I were headed to Wat Banan, a small temple complex similar in style to the temples in Angkor if my memory serves me correctly. It’s up a long staircase (because why wouldn’t it be?!?!), and along the way a group of women stopped me and in a confusing mix of Khmer and English I finally understood that they wanted me to take their photo. This actually happens to me a lot, and never ceases to be both interesting and fun. I obliged and showed them the image before we all parted with smiles from ear to ear.

To be honest I spent more time going up and down the stairs than I did in the entire temple complex. It’s not really that big, and anything you see after the temples in Angkor don’t feel very impressive, but it was still an interesting place to visit. I met my guide in a restaurant at the bottom, and we chatted while waiting out a rainstorm. I’ve all but forgotten his name, which isn’t unusual for me, but I really enjoyed spending the day with him on the back of the motorbike we were traveling on. Our next stop would be the killing caves, which is essentially a smaller version of the killing fields in Phnom Penh, which I will cover in a later post.

The killing cave is a small cave with a temple inside full of skulls, and is set into a mountain which also has a temple with a cannon left over from the war just sitting outside the entrance like a statue meant to be there in the first place. Once I had been given a tour of everything the mountain had to offer, we were off to the small village nearby to wait out the next section of my day: the flight of the bats. Now this was an incredibly hard thing to capture on film, as there are literally millions of small black dots to try to capture, so be nice about the following photos.

As the bats continued to flood out of the cave, and the light began to fade, I hopped onto the back of the motorbike and we sang “Hit the Road Jack” as we zoomed back towards my hotel. It had been a great day.

Day 2

This would be my last day in Battambang, so I spent it cruising around town in a tuk tuk. There were still a few things I was interested in seeing, so I made sure to check as many things off my list as possible. Included in this list is another section of abandoned French railroad line and the rundown building which used to be a train station but are now both a dump and pasture for cows, an old Pepsi bottling plant which I broke into, much to the fear of my driver; and the Presidential palace which is actually now a guesthouse thanks to the new version being built right next door.

It was a good day to say the least, and was topped off with some delicious food at a cafe down the road from my guesthouse. What a perfect ending to a great section of my time in Cambodia.

Can’t Get Enough Angkor

Let this second post be a testament to how much I really loved Siem Reap. If I hadn’t enjoyed it so much, you would have received a jam-packed, one post rendition of my adventures. Instead you get two. So lets begin where my previous post left off:

Day 3

I woke up with just enough time to shower before meeting Ana at her hotel for a little shopping. I seemed to be getting use to the pace of life I was keeping, as this day I’m not hungover. For me, 0ne of the best things about traveling is the presence of markets everywhere you go. For the most part you can buy anything and everything in one of these glorious establishments. I think they may be my favorite part of life on the road. Not because I have a shopping addiction mind you, but because of all the noises, smells (minus the raw fish one – yuck), sights, and overall enjoyment I get out of haggling for no real reason at all. There just seems to be a certain life to a market, and the one in Siem Reap was no different. Of course this time I really was there to shop and so was Ana. We bought a large variety of things for both ourselves and as gifts for those back home, and had such a blast in the process.

Next we headed back to Ana’s hotel to pick up Jo, who shockingly didn’t want to spend his morning shopping with us. He’s such a guy that way. Our next stop was the Angkor National Museum, which is where almost all of the images from Angkor Wat now currently reside. It’s a pretty interesting place if you want to know more about the religion in the area, look at lots of Buddhist and Hindu images. The three of us spent most of the afternoon walking from exhibit to exhibit, and although we found everything interesting, there is a limit to the amount of time you can spend staring at paragraphs of information before you get bored. Luckily there was this amazing setup to occupy our time for a few minutes anyway:

DSCN2322After the museum we parted ways to give one another a little time to nap and wash up before meeting up for a walk through the night market and one last dinner together before we parted ways. The night market isn’t anything special, so we made our way to Viva!, and once again I found myself enjoying the best Mexican food in Asia. I really am a sucker for Mexican food.

Sadly I couldn’t convince Ana and Jo to come with me for a drink before they left, so we had a sad goodbye in front of the restaurant, and I headed off to meet Chili and Jamie on Pub street. They weren’t hard to find, as there were really only 2 bars we found ourselves spending time with, and thus began one of the strangest nights of my trip. Before I had even gotten the chance to order a beer, I found myself zooming through the streets of Siem Reap in a tuk tuk with Chili. She was determined to find a tattoo parlor, and our kind driver was more than willing to indulge her needs. We went to 3 shops, all of which were closed, before the owner of the third shop, a Russian guy, told us of his friend who had a shop open a few minutes away. The tuk tuk driver got the address and we were off.

Much to our surprise, this place was a little further than a few minutes away. Closer to 20 or 30 to be exact. We had left Siem Reap and were driving out through the country on a bumpy dirt road with no civilization in sight. It was about this time that we began to question our decision-making process, and wondered if we had stumbled into the beginning of a Cambodian horror film. Thankfully we hadn’t, and a few minutes later we arrived at a small house with a group of guys sitting around a table enjoying a few beers and some fresh bbq. This was the home of the tattoo artist the Russian guy had told us about, and he was more than willing to make some money.

Excited, Chili headed into the living room and began explaining what she wanted. I had promised to hold her hand through the experience, and that’s exactly what I did. For some reason I agreed to get a tattoo too, and soon found myself in the opposite position with Chili holding my hand as a Cambodian artist inked me. I once again found myself evaluating my decision-making process. I can’t even claim to have been drunk during this process. I was stone sober. Oh the decisions I make after Ana and Jo leave me. After we were both done we were handed a free beer and waiting for our tuk tuk driver to return with his wife for the journey back into town.

Day 4

The master plan this day was to take a balloon ride over Siem Reap to get a bird-eye view of the temples. When we arrived, the balloon wasn’t flying due to wind, so our small group made the decision to reserve the balloon for sunrise the following morning. We all split up and I headed back to Angkor Wat with Chili. We arrived in the middle of the afternoon, and it was deathly hot outside. Since neither of us were hung over, we were a bit more serious about sight-seeing and ended up being a little more adventurous than Ana, Jo, and I had been.

We did the temple of Angkor Wat and the furthest gate, where we met and  became Facebook friends with a monk. We explored the jungle nearby and came across dozens on Monkeys.

We were given good luck twice inside the temple of Bayon, and practically had Ta Prahm to ourselves in late afternoon.

It was a great day to say the least.

Day 5

We were up before the sun and riding along in a tuk tuk headed towards Angkor Wat. Unlike everyone else this morning, we had a balloon to catch. While I’m sure the view from the ground, where thousands of people seemed to be as we drove by, is excellent, I’m very happy we decided to take a balloon ride this particular morning. Although we did miss the peak of sunrise thanks to the operator who enjoyed the view on his own, the overall experience wasn’t lost on any of us. In fact I’m sure the view is spectacular at any part of the day.

Things like these never last long enough, and no sooner than we were up, it seemed like we were coming back down. By now we were all hungry so we headed back into town for some breakfast and then Chili and I parted ways with Jamie at the hotel. It was down to the two of us, so we did what all sensible girls do in times such as these. We went off in search of some Cambodia bbq complete with reptiles and animals we had never eaten.

First there was Crocodile:

Then we tried some snake:

And finally we snacked on some frog legs. My late grandmother would have been oddly proud of me for this one.

It was our last night in Siem Reap before we both headed our separate ways, so of course we ended our evening with a few drinks. There’s always something sad about leaving a city you love and people you’ve enjoyed spending time with. I’ve said it once before, but goodbyes really are the worst part of traveling.

Angkor What?!?!?

I arrived in Siem Reap Cambodia in the early evening with two friends named Jamie and Chili that I had met on the worst bus ride of my trip thus far. The three of us piled into a tuk tuk with our packs stacked high, and set out in search of a place to stay. After a few mishaps, like the tuk tuk running out of gas, we finally arrived at a hotel with dozens of tuk tuk’s parked out front and ended up with a great deal on a room for the three of us. We quickly threw our bags inside and headed out for some food and drinks. It would be 5 am before we made it back to the room, and as we watched the sunrise from our window, I knew I was going to like Cambodia.

Day 1

The day started with a much-needed shower and lunch with my two new roommates at Viva!, a Mexican restaurant claiming to have the best Mexican food in Asia. It might sound like a bold claim to any of you who haven’t craved Mexican food in Asia – and to be fair it probably is – but as I dug into the delicious Tex-Mex on my plate, I found myself uttering the words “this really is the best Mexican food in Asia”. I was in food heaven. It was the break from rice and noodles I needed and it was worth every penny. Judge if you want but know that I’m not ashamed of my love of Mexican food.


Getting back on topic, the rest of the day was spent meeting up with some of Jamie’s friends who were in town and enjoying the hotel swimming pool. By dinner time we were ready to eat and head out for a night of drinking. So that’s exactly what we did. While we were out I also ran into my friends Ana and Jo at Angkor What Bar (on purpose this time) and made plans to wake up early the next morning to tour the temples of Angkor with them. It was one of those great drunk decisions that would make for an interesting morning.

Day 2

I woke up severely hung over. Why did everyone let me drink so much? Still I had made a promise, and I never let down a friend, so I ordered a breakfast that never arrived, threw up in the lobby bathroom and hailed a tuk tuk to Ana and Jo’s hotel. I was in rough shape to say the least. Luckily so were Ana and Jo. We all bravely made the decision to continue with our Angkor adventure as planned and set off to see the temples.

Up first: The temple of Angkor Wat

I had been dreaming of the moment I would see this amazing structure for years, and when the moment finally arrived I was  hung over and the entire scene was a little anti-climatic. I don’t think it’s Angkor’s fault it didn’t live up to the perfect photos of it I’ve been seeing in magazines for years. It’s all mine. I had constructed this perfect dream of what it must be like to be standing there gazing at an amazing slice of history that seemed to have been saved just for me. I’m a little dramatic when I dream folks. Never the less, I don’t find the moment any less fulfilling, and as the three of us walked through the first doorway feeling the ground wobble beneath our hungover feet, we were equal parts amused at ourselves and full of wonder that we were there.

After a short time battling stairwells and flocks of tourists, we decided to head to the market, that conveniently sprung up inside the main wall of the structure, to relax and get something to drink. We were feeling a little better by the time we were driven to our next destination.

Angkor Thom & Bayon

To be upfront and honest I still can’t discern which temple is which, since they seem to be housed in the same complex. I am certain that we saw them both despite the collective haze of the previous evening. When our tuk tuk driver dropped us off and told us about Angkor Thom, Jo thought I was referring to the temple as Angry Tom so an ongoing joke ensued that had the three of us in stitches. Apparently we were easily amused in each others company and thinking back on that day makes me love the two of them even more. By this point, we had consumed some Coca Cola and were feeling a little more energetic, so we spent more time taking in both temples than we had at Angkor Wat.

Terrace of the Elephants & Terrance of the Leper King

During this section of our visit we were feeling the heat from the now present afternoon and found ourselves playing hopscotch with patches of shade. Initially we were walking on the top of both Terraces so we didn’t realize we were missing the best parts of them by not being on the ground. Mostly we found ourselves being amused by two things: The first was a full rainbow halo around the sun which caused all three of us to continuously stare upwards as we walked and loose our balance. The second was a series of signs reading “Possibility of Visit” which we put a lot of energy into understanding. Was there a possibility of us visiting? Was Buddha visiting? Maybe Aliens or zombies? The answer is still unclear.

Last but definitely not least: Ta Prohm

This was by far my favorite temple in the entire complex. In case you’re wondering why it looks so familiar it was featured in Tomb Raider a few years back and is now the 2nd most popular temple behind Angkor Wat of course. And boy was it crowded. We spent a lot of time sitting in the same section of temple waiting for the crowds of “umbrellas” to clear out so we could get a photo of the iconic tree roots covering large doorways. We weren’t really being patient. It was just nice not to move.. and we had nothing better to do with our time.

After Ta Prohm we decided to call temple touring a day and headed back to town for some pizza. After eating we went our separate ways and I hailed a tuk tuk back to my hotel. We had made plans to meet up the following day for some shopping and a museum visit so I promised myself I wasn’t going out with Jamie and Chili that evening. I’m a pretty good liar. Not only did I end up going out with them. I ended up staying out most of the night drinking and playing beer pong in the process.

It was definitely a fun night to say the least, but it didn’t make for an easy morning. Yet again.

***Since this post ended up running a little long I’m going to continue the second half of my Siem Reap adventure in my next post. Hopefully it will be coming your way shortly. Cheers from Kuala Lumpur.

Day 1 Total: $35 for tuk tuk from the bus station, food, drinks, and accommodation

Day 2 Total: rough estimate $75 for temple entrance, multiple tuk tuks, food, drinks, and accommodation