Upon arrival at quite a nice little airport I was able to quickly get my visa and get through customs without any surprises. Outside the airport I was greeted by my driver who took me on about a 15 minute drive to my hotel in a Romork, a Cambodian Tuk Tuk. The Kazna Hotel is nice but after seeing the plethora of new hotels being built and huge amounts of advertised discounts, I realize I may have been better off arranging accommodations once I arrived here. There are now more hotels in Siem Reap than there are temples in the region, and that is saying an awful lot.
After a quick check in and dropping my bags off in my room I was back downstairs and on my Romork with my “English” speaking guide Nahtan, not Nathan. He seemed like a very nice guy, but between the ridiculous Sanskrit to English translations, which always equated to some 15 syllable name, and the fact that I felt like I was back in high school reliving a history class, my eyes quickly glazed over and I simply acknowledged every one of his pauses with a nod and an uh-huh. It worked out well, him escorting me around the site, me nodding “uh-huh”, until of course he asked me a question that had to do directly with his previous comment. He even gave me a choice between two answers, a 50/50 chance, I still managed to answer incorrectly. He stared at me in a way that I knew he was on to me, I’m pretty sure he just made up the rest of the history from there on out….uh-huh.