Angkor Wat temple.🛕

Because of the lazy days in Koh Lipe, I decided to rent a bicycle for three days so I could visit all the sightseeings by cycling. But the idea of renting a bike turned out to be completely different from what I expected.😂

Day one of cycling was especially funny.🤭 I set off in the morning to visit the first and most famous temple – Angkor Wat. The distance between my hostel and the temple was about 40 minutes by bike. It didn’t take long for me to realize that my bike had no gears and I quickly remembered how hot it gets during the day.🤭🛕

My temple day included about four or five temples, depending on how long I would stay at each one. I was totally unorganized and didn’t know that the temples weren’t always close to each other – some were more than 30 minutes apart by bike. But I took it all with humor, and honestly it didn’t matter at all.😅 I really loved cycling the whole day, from temple to temple.🛕😍 (Let’s not talk about how many minutes I spent for looking for my bicycle, the main thing is, I always found it again.🙄😂) Before sunset, I went to Pre Rup Temple, which is one of the most beautiful temples to watch the sunset, because it's higher than the others and has stairs to climb. Half of the way there was through the forest, not ideal with an old city bike.🤭 My butt was practically numb, my legs were dead tired, and the road was bumpy, but after 40 minutes, I finally arrived.🌳

Not even five minutes later, just as I had locked up my bike, it started to rain heavily. At that moment, I remembered the one thing I had forgotten in the morning - my rain jacket.🌧️ I just kept cycling and cycling, and I was wetter than if I hadn’t dried off after a shower. I could have laughed it off, and I did .😅 – but the worst part was that my backpack was also soaked, inside and out. My phone stopped working, so I had no idea which direction to go.😵‍💫 I didn’t lose my sense of humor. I just kept cycling, took a few wrong turns, and thought about funny and beautiful memories in life. After many minutes, maybe nearly an hour or more, of riding through the storm, I finally arrived at a small café and asked for directions to my hostel. Of course, I had been cycling in the wrong direction. But honestly, it didn’t matter anymore.😂🚴🚴🚴🚴

I couldn’t believe that I actually found my way back without maps, even if it took more than two hours. 😂 To be honest, i‘m really proud pf myself.🤭😍

The receptionist was shocked when he was seeing me,😅 but he quickly ran off, brought me some towels, and a bowl of rice to put my phone in to dry it. 🙉🍚

PS. My phone also survived.😁📱Meer informatie