Sunrise and Sunset at Angkor: Why I Came Home

  Monuments and Sundowns It’s 5 AM on the third day and I’m biking through the woods in pitch darkness, but by the time I reach the ruins, dawn is already making a thin red silhouette around the towers across the lake. There’s chatter, here and there, but generally exhaustion keeps people quiet—exhaustion, and a … More Sunrise and Sunset at Angkor: Why I Came Home