Day 78
Beng Mealea, Cambodia

A Buddhist monk smiles as he passes by the West entrance to the ruins of Beng Mealea. We feel smothered like being wrapped in a still-damp bedspread hot out of the dryer. Trees thrive as they emergeRead more
A Buddhist monk smiles as he passes by the West entrance to the ruins of Beng Mealea. We feel smothered like being wrapped in a still-damp bedspread hot out of the dryer. Trees thrive as they emergeRead more
Traveler These images remind me that Huston Smith, scholar of world religions, said Hinduism reveals the extravagant infinity of the ultimate—the divine can only be suggested by a near chaotic multiplication of images. Plus you in a wet bedspread?