As we stumbled out of bed at 05:00 a.m and fumbled for our clothes in the dark the thought that kept popping in my head was this better be worth it. We got dressed and left our guesthouse at precisely 05:15 to meet our tuk tuk driver. He was his usual smiley self and full of beans. I needed whatever coffee he was drinking.
It did not take long to get to our destination. Surprisingly there weren’t hordes of people as I imagined. In fact, it was not that busy at all. We approached the enterprising locals who had set up coffee stands near the entrance and got our much-needed morning fix.
We sat down in front of the large pond and waited. There was a real sense of excitement in the air. It happens more at daybreak than sunset I find. Slowly but surely the light began to change and then we saw it. The sun, creeping over one of the world’s greatest religious sites. For a split second all was quiet and then the sound was broken by hundreds of people taking photos. Witnessing the Angkor Wat sunrise will live with me forever.
Was it worth it? What do you think?
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