I was not warned. The place was emitting enchanting, romantic aura and suddenly love bug bit me. I was excited and cheeky. My imagination was running wild. I was in my white dress, running, playing hide and seek in the maize of Angkor ruins. Laughter echoed as he caught me from behind. He then pulled me in a secret corner and found ourselves cuddling, content with the eerie silence. Then, off we rode our bike together in the wide pave road, along giant trees with cool breeze kissing our cheeks. Indeed the place seized the hopeless romantic in me.
History and remnants of destruction have a way of stirring my emotions. I felt vulnerable listening to the guide as he told the long story of how Angkor became of what it is today. I closed my eyes, traveled back to 9th century, and pictured it during its glory days. First, I was amazed of the ingenuity of the people who built the impressive architecture and landscape. Then, I felt sad with the realization that these could be work of slavery, then hatred towards the internal war and French invasion that caused the ultimate destruction of the temples. And then hope, as these temples were built in reverence of their love and faith. The magnificently beautiful ruins are reminders for me to always respect, value relationships and people.
Angkor deserves its spot as wonder of the world. And I want to go back…with my groom.