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Glen Allison has embarked on a ten-year, nonstop vagabond odyssey to photograph extraordinary travel destinations.

Running Amok in Cambodia

Dateline:  Siem Reap (Day 41 with 3964 days to go)

My plane descended through murky grey cloud. Gradually the eerie landscape came into focus though it was hard to discern visual separation between sky and the endless fog-shrouded sea beyond. Treetops seemed to float in what appeared to be an optical illusion . . . but I knew the ocean was more than three hundred kilometers south. Gradually it became clear what the mighty typhoon Ketsana had unleashed. You could see water forever with only an occasional rooftop poking through. Ketsana had laid waste to the Philippines on her course toward Vietnam. But Vietnam is narrow and its terrain offered little resistance. So Ketsana decided to engulf next-door Cambodia before her fury tired just one day before I arrived.

The treetops grew closer, whizzing past with ever gathering speed and it started to worry me this wasn’t an amphibious aircraft. Then just inches above the water, the runway finally rose to greet us. My sigh of relief was audible and then we touched down. The flight attendant promptly announced we had landed at the international airport of Siem Reap and to please keep our mobile phones switched off and our life jackets handy till we moored at the boat dock. :-)

My taxi ride into the city was a bit wet . . . if you can call it a taxi. Actually the locals call them ‘tuk-tuks” but they’re not quite the same as those in Thailand. These are open-sided carriages towed by a motorbike with a pivoting hinge mounted on back, connected to the royal carriage where I was clinging for dear life fending off the onslaught splash of speeding vehicles trying desperately to drench my camera bag. The roads were just passable–only in places was it knee-deep in the after wake of Ketsana’s wrath.

Cambodia, Siem Reap, flooded streets, Typhoon KetsanaCambodia, Siem Reap, flooded streets, Typhoon Ketsana

My first day was spent swimming . . . well, so to speak. The streets of Siem Reap became more submerged each day though the rains had long since stopped. The waters up north relentlessly made their way downhill, which left the city in an ever-deepening backwash.

I stood in almost knee-deep water when I shot my first fine art photos in Cambodia, “Run Yellow Run” and “First Came Red,” both from peeling paint signboards:

Cambodia, Siem Reap, dripping yellow, sign boardCambodia, Siem Reap, peeling paint, red, green

Then I made my way to Deadfish where I first ran amok.

Please let me clarify:  I don’t mean “amok” as in “stone-throwing anarchists running amok.” My online dictionary says this word comes via the Portuguese from the Malay word “amok” which was a noun denoting a Malaysian in a homicidal frenzy and that it is now used as an adverb which dates from the late 17th century–a time when the Portuguese were running amok in the area and probably felt this word accurately described their uncontrolled excitement and exaggerated behavior of forced land acquisition.

“Deadfish” is the name of a fantastic restaurant in the heart of Siem Reap, an establishment of rustic warehouse design with multi levels suspended rather precariously between rafters and with water troughs below that house big fish (live not dead)–an architectural design that could tantalize just about anyone’s visual appetite. I waded through knee-deep waters to get there and this is the first place I tried “Khmer Amok,” a culinary delight. It’s a thick coconut milk curry dish with fish or chicken or pork (your choice) saturated in local spices and usually served in a banana leaf bowl or in a young coconut shell. I’m not sure where they got the name. But It’s simply delicious and after the first taste I swam amok through the streets of Siem Reap looking for more.

This was my third trip to Angkor and its magical overgrown temples from a time one thousand years past–the architectural renaissance of Southeast Asia. Less than two decades ago there were very few hotels nearby. Now the place is chock-a-block with endless five-star accommodation. Check out how tree roots have engulfed nearby temple ruins over the centuries.

Cambodia, Siem Reap, Angkor, Ta Som Temple, stone entrance gopura tree roots

The first time I came here was in the early nineties when there were hardly any tourists and the infamous Khmer Rouge had almost departed. They had slaughtered millions of Cambodians in previous years and the blood stains still linger today. My guide back then was a machine-gun-toting soldier whose mission was to protect me from a possible handful of stray Khmer Rouge outlaws still roaming the area and who frequently hid in the unending nooks and crannies of the Angkor temple ruins. But fortunately my guide and I were the only ones present that day. He also kept me on a path safely away from the stray land mine or two. Just a couple of months before I arrived, three tourists had been kidnapped by the Khmer Rouge and killed. You can see my Angkor photos from back then at Getty Images.

Today much of the encroaching jungle has been cleared and in its place we find boardwalks and roped-off temple paths and thousands of super-sized buses laden with camera-toting tourists all safe from the long departed Khmer Rouge. Now you have your choice between helicopter rides, hot air balloons or transporting yourself straddled atop an elephant to garner unique views. I stood for a full thirty minutes waiting for what seemed like hundreds of sightseers to pass (I kid not) just to take this one photo in a split second sans humankind and reminiscent of ages past. The threatening scowl I threw an encroaching tourist was enough to freeze her in stride on the boardwalk for just the quick moment I needed.

Cambodia, Siem Reap, Angkor, Ta Prohm Temple, lichen, stone wall over-grown tree roots

Notice how the tree strides atop algae-covered temple ruins and how its roots found every possible avenue through gaps between stones. Indiana Jones would surely have loved it here. This place is awesome. But please don’t come.

You might not find an empty hotel room though hundreds of hotels now exist.

So, I spent most of my time during this trip swimming and dodging tourists and piranha-like touts. I kept looking for fine art compositions bathed with magic light in hard-to-find isolated sectors of the temples. Typically I lean toward warming my images a tweak using Photoshop when I encounter overcast skies like during this trip. This time I shifted gears and cooled most of my photos a bit thus enlivening drab grey stones by washing them with hints of blue.

Cambodia, Siem Reap town, Angkor Thom, Bayon Temple, stone face close-upCambodia, Siem Reap, Angkor, Preah Khan Temple, stone wall

Local authorities don’t recommend running amok through temple rubble at midnight hoping for shades of blue light in your photos.

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10 Comments

  1. Posted November 29, 2009 at 10:05 pm by John Batdorff | Permalink

    Great shots…

  2. Posted October 31, 2009 at 7:19 am by Mary Kate Denny | Permalink

    Love your calendar… so different and artsy.

  3. Posted October 31, 2009 at 7:17 am by Mary Kate Denny | Permalink

    Siem Reap left an impact on me from the experiences of the people I met.The small shop front for shadow puppetry which revealed a courageous effort of one man to help orphan and poor children which became a dormitory,a small computer room and after school in the mornings, the instruction for children to learn the art of shadow puppetry.This gave the children an income to help their families and themselves.Of course, the tales from the war of my driver and others left me in such a mood that I could not shake even after returning to Ho Chi Minh to see my friends there. I had originally looked forward to climbing all of the temples which I almost did,but the lasting impression of these people makes me want to return and help the children. The hospital for children is such a marvelous effort.

  4. Posted October 20, 2009 at 1:45 am by Rony | Permalink

    Hi Glen!

    Looks that you put on your backpack and boots again!
    I was in Angkor 2 years ago, it was beautiful though I wished I could climbed fences and smuggled myself in, tickets kinda expensive…

    So How are you doing? It’s been almost a year since we last met at your house.

    • Posted November 1, 2009 at 3:58 am by Glen Allison | Permalink

      Gee, Rony, a year already? Great to hear from you. I’m in India now.

  5. Posted October 12, 2009 at 2:49 am by david sanger | Permalink

    Cambodia always seemed heartbreaking to me, everyone you spoke to had lost some family in those years, so it was a land of deep sadness, except….. except that the people had a serenity that seemed to surpass or encompass the grief. No doubt the Buddhist culture gave them that. The calm did not take away frm the suffering, but seemed to make it more bearable.

    This was nine years ago. Perhaps things have healed some.

    • Posted October 12, 2009 at 3:17 am by Glen Allison | Permalink

      Yes, this serenity not only encompasses the past grief but allows them the perspective and hope to move forward. Unlike in the West where we tend to hold lingering grudges and are so ready to place blame, the Buddhist culture here fosters the concept of taking responsibility for ones karma with an understanding that past causes have led to present circumstances. At any rate, I’m sure this gives them much freedom from the past and today there’s fresh enthusiasm in Cambodia. Even with the flooding from typhoon Ketsana, the streets seemed full of playful joy.

  6. Posted October 11, 2009 at 9:39 am by Russell | Permalink

    Love the peeling signs!

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