I slept five and a half hours last night and actually managed to survive throughout the entire day. This comes as a bit of a shock because I'm not very good with not sleeping. But I think there's a big chance that I have superpowers when it comes to exhaustion. When I go polyphasic in 2013, it will be a valuable skill— or perhaps I'm just running on the drops of gas before the fumes.
It's always annoying when inspiration hits just before bedtime. You begin writing down the idea, thinking it will only take 'a minute!' and then you find yourself falling asleep at the keyboard but not wanting to stop anyway.
We saw the Angkor temple— the one in all the pictures— walls are covered with scenes from the Ramayana and the Mahabharata. There are elephants, panthers, monkeys (Hanuman, the monkey god, was asked by Rama to help find his wife. Hence— armies of monkeys).
It was clean, renovated… and a disappointment. I loved the first temple we went to— the giant overgrown one with rocks fallen around everywhere, with green plants curling around faces half broken. That one was renovated as well, but the jungle was still there. The Angkor temple looked exactly like a renovated old ruin. Maybe it was just because of the exhaustion of two days of walking. Maybe it was because we'd seen so many temples. But the Angkor temple felt like a bad museum.
We had a fish massage today— fish that feed on the dead skin of your feet. You can feel the little ones tickle— the big ones feel like a rough pinching or scraping as they bite away circles with a diameter of one millimeter. They seem to be ravenous, and after a while I started wondering just how much dead skin I had on my feet— even after half an hour, I had fish eating my feet.
That said, after walking for two days around temples through dirt and dust (and having sweated, in the words of Kat Stratford, like a pig), it was ridiculously relaxing sitting up to my ankles in water getting nibbled by fish.
We met Patrick and Sam from England there. They're touring Southeast Asia for three months, and gave us a few tips on Bali. (As a side note, people in Bali have one of four names, each meaning "First," "Second," "Third," and "Fourth." They're named in order of birth. The fifth child is called "First." Nicknames are abundant.)
After talking for about half an hour, they had to go (they'd already been there for about an hour before us), and we realized it was 10:30pm, so we headed home too. After all, at 8am at the latest we have to be up in order to catch breakfast.
On another side note… I found out I look about twenty two today. I'm not sure if it's the short hair, the fantastic skirt, or the tiredness that makes me look so mature.