Today we headed across the river to a small village that has two major claims of fame, a huge bell and a half finished temple, and like so many times the journey was better than the destination. The port, if you can call it that, was nothing more than a bank on the river. Along the bank were dozens of boats being manually loaded, people bathing, kids playing, and women washing clothes. For me, it was absolutely one of the the best experiences so far. In order to get to our boat a small group of guys built a make-shift gang plank along with a handrail that they held for us.

Our ride across the river took us a little over an hour as the boat chugged along slow enough to give us time to take in the views and even time to rest. My toe started hurting about halfway through the morning which made it increasingly more difficult to walk up the stairs of the temples. Fortunately though today’s trip was only a morning go, so I was back in the hotel by about 1. That’s where I am right now. It’s been a good day, I just finished some laundry, and now I’m sitting in front of the open window of my hotel room. The sounds of cars and people below me is at the perfect din, not too loud and not quiet– just perfect :)