Although MsCaroline knows you are all slavering with anticipation for temple photos, she is going to tell you up front that this post has little (if anything) to do with temples and, instead, is about the town of Siem Reap, which - as far as MsC can tell - exists in 2013 solely for the purpose of housing, feeding, entertaining, and generally catering to the tourists who come to see Angkor Wat. (MsCaroline apologizes if you already knew this, but, until she started planning this trip, she didn't, and can only assume that some of you may be in the same boat. She is also including a certain amount of detail that will be obvious to frequent travelers in S. E Asia, but which may not be quite so clear to readers who are used to traveling in Europe or the US, and might come in handy for some of them who are planning their own adventure.)
MsCaroline promises to get to the temples very, very soon. Really. But for now, the nuts and bolts of the trip and a bit about the hotel:
The Journey: The AsiaVu family (well, 3/4 of them: Son#1 is at Uni in the US, presumably with his nose to the grindstone) arrived at 10:45pm (12:45 Seoul time) at Siem Reap International Airport. As in many SE Asian countries, a tourist visa had to be purchased at the airport upon arrival, and MsCaroline braced herself for a certain amount of chaos during the process - unnecessarily. The visa process (which includes a photo) was the fastest MsCaroline had ever experienced. Forms having been handed out and completed on the airplane, it was a simple matter of handing over paperwork, passports, and $20US, and they were on their way in a matter of minutes, past the baggage carousel (carry-ons only for this trip - nice time saver and allowed them to get ahead of the enormous Korean tour group traveling on their plane) and out to the airport entrance, where a throng of drivers and guides were waiting to meet their clientele.
The driver from the hotel - the Victoria Angkor Resort and Spa- was waiting - as arranged in advance via e-mail with the hotel and family and baggage were whisked quickly into the waiting car (which had not only AC but also - be still Son#2's heart - in-car WIFI) and driven the short 15 minute distance to the hotel. Son#2 - possibly reflecting on the 3-hour drive through mountainous roads populated with livestock and cyclists that he had endured after the 7-hour flight to Bali - was sold immediately and declared he would be perfectly happy to come back and spend his winter break here as well without even having seen anything.
The hotel: turned out (to MsCaroline's great relief) to be exactly like the online reviews and photos described: a lovely French-Colonial-style building made to look like something from the mid-to-late1800s but - having been built around 2003 - with all the modern conveniences.
|Facade of Victoria Angkor, complete with vintage automobile available for everything from guided tours to airport pickup. Popular with honeymooners.|
Granted, they were not exactly large specimens - more like the size of a mature iguana - but they were clearly crocodiles, and that was good enough in MsCaroline's book.
While generally satisfied with the room they had booked, the AsiaVus decided to inquire as to the possibility of an upgrade to a larger room or suite
|'crazy eyes rajah'|
|'tight shirt rajah'|
|MrL practices his 'maharaja pose.' Note lovely - yet impractical - furniture.|
|Working on our crazy eyes.|
|Regal posing at poolside breakfast with coffee.|
|Old and Young Rajahs, poolside (when it finally stopped raining)|
|Regal pose in front of crumbling ruins of PreRup Temple|
|Young Rajah posing before the ruins of Beng Mealea - milliseconds before being swarmed by a Chinese tour group.|
|Another part of the 'maharadja suite.' Includes not only closing doors but also light-blocking curtains for benefit of #2.|
The rest of the hotel was just as charming and provided excellent service,including a breakfast bar which included nearly every imaginable breakfast item from Europe, the US, and Asia, as well as a diy mimosa bar and a traveling chef with omelette trolley for those who were hungry but too lazy to walk the 2 meters to the actual egg station. Daily Happy Hour poolside (5-7pm), 3 restaurants, a gorgeous gift shop, and complimentary performances by traditional Apsara dancers made this one of the best hotel stays the Asia Vus had experienced in Asia.
|Elephant head makes a nice touch by the entrance.|
|All the rooms were located in open-air corridors overlooking the central courtyard.|
|Vintage lifts in entryway added to 19th-century French Colonial ambiance, although they were a tight squeeze for 3.|
The free Apsara dance performance was a nice surprise, as MsC had been debating whether or not to arrange a trip into town to see one. Since they performed in the poolside bar area directly after Happy Hour, the AsiaVus were pleasantly surprised and well-placed to enjoy the show. MsCaroline - who had not been expecting an Apsara performance - took this grainy shot with her phone.
Located directly across the street from the hotel were the lovely Royal Gardens,, a formally-landscaped (well, as landscaped as a tropical place can be) park full of towering jacarandas, magnolias, and a number of other plants that MsCaroline could not identify. On the far side of the park were a number of huge trees which hosted a thriving, twittering colony of what MsCaroline fondly assumed to be birds, and she thoroughly enjoyed watching them swoop and squeak each morning as she drank her coffee.
|View of the hotel from across the street in the Royal Garden.|
On their last afternoon in Cambodia, the Asia Vus took a brief stroll across the park, where MsCaroline hoped to take a few photos of the birds that had so enthralled and entertained her during the last 5 days. As they drew closer, it became apparent that the 'birds' were not exhibiting much typical bird behavior - in fact, although they were occasionally visible swooping here and there, none of them were visible perching on branches - very odd, considering that their cheeping and squeaking made it obvious that an enormous group must be nesting in the trees. Frustrated, MsCaroline dug out her zoom lens and, fixing it on one of the nearest branches for a good shot, saw this:
Yes, the Royal Gardens is home to an enormous colony of Giant Fruit Bats, and not the cheery flock of toucans or whatever MsCaroline's
naive imagination had conjured up. While the AsiaVu family are not scared of bats, there was a general consensus that, while the Royal Gardens had been quite delightful, it really was getting late and they beat a hasty retreat returned quickly to the hotel.
When the Asia Vus were not lounging around in the hotel or scrambling through ancient temples, they were usually eating, shopping, drinking, or taking in the sights of Siem Reap, highlighted in the next post (and yes, we're getting to the temples soon - really.)