It is strange, but Mark and I seemed to enjoy ourselves better at Bantey Srei (Bantey Srey for some) compare to the world famous Angkor Wat.
Bantey Srei literally translated as a feminine touch, as the cravings here were known to be delicately made into perfections. So much details in the artwork, that many researchers come to conclusions that the whole place must've been built by womens.
I really enjoyed strolling around here, though the afternoon sun seemed to be burning every inch of my skin that it can get to.
The Bantey Srei Temple is actually further away from town. Mark was rather adventurous, so much so we decided to take the tuk-tuk all the way from the hotel (1 hour journey!)
Along the way to there it is endless plot of paddy field, but nothing much is to be seen now since that it is dry season.
Half the population is always seen sleeping, congregating on a gambling tables, squatting sometimes.
Even the cows and the buffaloes seemed bored munching on the not so tasty dry grass (talk about organic!).
Well, some at least took time to made some craft works for sustain their daily expenses.
I seen that the sea coconuts is in season now. Loads of them displaying at the roadside with local novelties. I managed to snap a photos of the tree that still has coconuts hanging on them.
Eventually I discovered that these so called sea coconuts doesn't really grow in the sea, but look like just any other tree really.