...throngs of tourists...

We join the throngs of tourists and scramble up this very steep slippery incline. A band of traditional Khmer musicians accompanies the mass movement, a never-ending tide of panting tour groups heaving themselves up the dusty rocky path. It's quite a struggle for some people. There are more crippled beggars up here too. How they manage is beyond me. Lees points out there are lots of children tourists. It feels very calm inspite of the activity as we reach the grassy knoll. I'm reminded of travels to exotic places with my own parents in the mid 70's. I feel lucky to be alive, strolling around the massive stone ruins on this barmy evening...