Before I went to Cambodia, I was told that it was short for Scambodia, and for good reason. As much as the sights were one of a kind, the people were too. Apart from the hundreds of street urchins trying to sell us all sorts of paraphernalia, we also met a motorcyclist who claimed that he knew where our hostel was. One hour later we were lost in Phnom Penh after he conveniently took us for a ride, and the motorcyclist wanted double. We refused to give him more than the equivalent of 60 cents, and he ended up ripping the notes in anger. Well, sucks to be you.
But we met great people too, like the owners of the hostels we stayed in. While in Phnom Penh, it was a group of sisters, one of which even let us play with her seven-month old baby, that we had a little fun with atop the bar counter. And at Siem Reap, it was a Canadian couple that were great people to talk to. They shared their knowledge of Siem Reap with us, which made the trip a lot easier for two dudes with minimal planning.
I loved every minute of the trip, from sitting in a blacked out room in the hostel at Siem Reap because of the crazy flooding, to wading through water mid-thigh level high to get to a temple in the Angkor grounds, to trekking around the countryside in squishy wet boots because everything in Siem Reap and around was wet.
It wasn't just wet, nothing would dry, not even if you left it out for two straight nights. I have to admit that after visiting over 10 temples I got so sick of rocks that at one point, I started taking pictures of cows. When you start taking pictures of cows in Cambodia, you know you've seen enough temples for the day.
And now, the story of a wet week in Cambodia.
It was common to see entire families atop a single scooter, like this one all throughout Cambodia. Some even had 5 people on them.
I was pleasantly surprised to find out that our hostel in Phnom Penh served lunch with onion rings this size. Everything there was upsized, even their rooms.
We took the better part of an hour finding this bar, Sharky's. Apparently an institution in Phnom Penh, it was surprisingly tucked away in a rather nondescript location. Getting away from it though led us to the idiot who liked tearing money.
The area around Siem Reap was filled with temples like this one. Mostly ruins, slowly being reclaimed by nature.
It's not every day that you see people walking on water.
Banteay Srei. The city of women, according to local folklore, because the carvings were too intricate to be carved by the hand of men. We had to pay a group of corrupted guards four dollars to see the inside of this temple, because it is apparently closed to tourists.This was the temple that got on Singapore news for having tourists airlifted out. Apparently the day after we visited, it became flooded two metres deep. I hope the guards drowned.
Pub Street in Siem Reap. It offered great Western and local cuisine at affordable prices. The heart and soul of the city, let's just say even Singaporeans would have little complaints here. It reminded me of Holland Village, but better.
We were at the Angkor Wat waiting for the sunrise, but it never came because of the rain. I started shooting the fellow tourists also waiting for the sunrise. And I got this.
The imposing stone structure that was the Angkor Wat.
And a couple sharing an intimate moment amidst the rain in that very doorway. If you look carefully in the previous picture, you can see something white. That was his back.
Bayon. The temple of a thousand faces. 
Ta Prohm. Where Angelina Jolie filmed Tomb Raider, and where a tree shows the temple who is boss.
I forgot which temple this was, but I like this shot.
Climbing up a temple where we would watch a sunset that also predictably, never came. What did was a busload of Japanese tourists, many of them young ladies. So we ended up watching a nonexistent sunset with them. Time to brush up my Japanese.
The flooded road outside our hostel in Siem Reap
Travelling throughout the countryside around Siem Reap on the way to another temple
Bang Mealea. We visited this temple on our last day, and it was definitely one of the must visits. It had not been restored, so the temple was one huge ruin that you walked through on a wooden platform, admiring the devastation from above.
A boy cuts a desolate figure as he sits in the shade of a monastery watching the rain
Wooden bars indicating restoration work being done on some of the temples
A makeshift wooden altar I found next to a temple. Donations always welcome.
One of the street urchins around the temples. This one wasn't trying to sell us anything, which was a relief.
I forgot the name of this temple, but I like the lion.
Nothing will stop tourists. Not the rain, not the muddy roads, nothing.
An extremely photo-friendly monk I found while wandering the village around the temple. Before I took this shot, two whole tour groups already took his picture. And he was still game for more.
A pair of children that I met. The girl said hello to me, and proceeded to pose for a picture. I didn't want to disappoint.
On the way out of the temple, I caught these two girls on a scooter stuck in a pothole. This was them after they had somehow figured a way out of it.
The view of Siem Reap from inside our tuk-tuk in the evening.
And the view outside. As you can see, I wasn't kidding about the floods.
The floods eventually took out the power generator, so this was Siem Reap plunged into darkness on our final night. It was actually darker, it looks lighted because this is a five second long exposure.