As if our morning couldn’t become even more polarized, we decided to visit Wat Kampheng after riding by it on our rented bicycles (did I mention we snagged bikes for a day at $1 each from the totally amazing Tomato Guest House?), and it was certainly a highlight of the trip for me. Maybe it was the peacefulness (seeing less than ten people in the entire place, monks and others alike), or the impressively-manicured lawn, or the variety of unique sculptures. I’m not sure, but it was truly enchanting. And to add to the absurdity of the Battambang trip as a whole, the first person we met when we arrived was a one-eyed monk who spoke no English and kept saying something that sounded like “moh-nay” (but we didn’t think he meant “money” because monks don’t outright ask for money like that, right?), who kept his faithful eye on us the entire time we were on the grounds.
The graves of the wat’s cemetary had been piled with ribbons for Cheng Meng (the ceremony for he dead which occurred a week prior):
Did I mention I go gaga for flowers?