The temple itself is a ruin and in the Siem Reap mould, though apparently 100 years older, being 11th century. It is atmospheric to walk around the site and there are very few tourists.
Nearby is a more modern giaant buddha and a temple.
Its grounds had some beautiful bushes that were the home of some amazing butterflies.
The cycle ride back was a reverse of my approach, except for going down the much more minor track on the other side of the Prek Daun Teav. This seemed to be the side where most of the villages had been been built.
I came across the rather grissly sight of a pool of blood near one wedding, and I guess some poor animal had died so the couple could celebrate. No different to England, of course, but a bit more in one's face.
In the evening, I went to the amazing Phare Ponleau Selpak. The centre was founded in 1986 as a way of allowing young people to express themselves and their trauma through the arts. The performance was incredible, starting with traditional dance and moving on to the story of a family that afforded the opportunity for the display of amazing feats.
At the end of the evening Mr Tsg dropped me off in down. It was sad to say goodbye. The tuk tuk drivers seem to live a marginal economic existence but I really did not want to conjur up further trips when the bike seemed a better option.
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