Angkor's Forgotten Temples
Beyond Angkor Wat
The monks walked silently beside the moat, the reflection of their saffron robes melding with the water lilies. Aside from a woman copying ancient Khymer inscriptions into her notebook, the temple of Banteay Srei stood forgotten in the jungle.
In the darkness of the predawn I had stood at Angkor Wat, waiting for the sun to rise. Despite the hundreds of tourists doing the same, it remains a very personal experience. By the time darkness fell I sat in the back of a tuk-tuk, en route to dine at another wat. After passing much of the day clambering over jungle ruins, it was refreshing just to sit and enjoy the evening breeze as the driver zipped along the river and through the back streets of Siam Reap.
Angkor is a land of temples. The god-king Jayavarman II founded the Khmer Empire at the beginning of the 9th century AD, with Angkor as its political and religious centre. When the kingdom fell in 1432, many of those temples – or wats – not destroyed were simply consumed by the jungle.
Some seventy wats remain, and as I ventured ever deeper into the Cambodian jungle they became more ruined yet increasingly evocative of an almost tangible past. The ancient gods never feel far away. As recently as the 1940s, guidebooks warned of the tigers, panthers, elephants, and wild buffalo roaming the jungle – one even suggested combining a visit with a hunting expedition.
The Literary Traveller
French academic Bizot was studying Buddhist traditions in a small village when captured and imprisoned deep in the jungle. This is his account, the only Westerner to be released alive by the Khmer Rouge.
Unseen Wats of Angkor
Ta Prohm is little changed from when the French archaeologist Henri Mouhot literally stumbled across it in the early 1850s. Once home to nearly 3000 monks, it is now a series of courtyards and rooms held together by smothering trees.
Indeed, the giant banyan trees and strangler figs are the stars of this temple. The roots of the waterfall tree cascade down the wall of an inner gallery. The crocodile tree continues to spread its roots across the complex. Other trees are too numerous to name, their roots interlocking around the crumbling masonry, with young saplings springing up in any crack between the stones. Wandering along the crumbling walls, I wondered how many other wats still lie buried in the jungle, waiting to be discovered.
A haunting melody filled the air. Outside the temple a small group of musicians sat playing traditional Cambodian instruments. More haunting still, each musician had been maimed by bombs left behind after the Vietnam war.
Angkor Thom - A Great City Lost In The Jungle
A short drive from Angkor Wat is Angkor Thom. Once a walled city, (the enormous moat still survives) in the 11th century Angkor Thom had a population of some one million – at a time when the population of London was around 15,000.
Swamped by the tropical heat, I was more than happy to be lazy and let my guide drive me to various spots on the enormous grounds. Others explore via pushbike, and it is not uncommon to see the occasional elephant taking visitors for a ride, stepping delicately amongst the picnickers scattered amongst the grounds.
Within the walls of Angkor Thom is the Terrace of the Leper King, so named for the headless statue once thought to be the image of King Jayavarman VII, who suffered from leprosy. The walls of the terrace are covered with exquisitely carved bas-reliefs. Amongst the flowing figures are celestial kings are underworld deities, warriors, dancing women, and a host of mythical creatures including multiple headed naga.
Connecting to the Terrace of The Leper is the Terrace of Elephants, built for the king to use for viewing parades and performances. Almost life-size carvings of elephants with their mahouts cover the walls (as well as more bas-reliefs of deities, tigers and snakes, just to name a few).
In the centre of Angkor Thom stands the Banyon. This pyramid-shaped temple has some 54 towers bearing over 200 huge stone faces, yet these seem almost insignificant when compared with the four massive faces smiling enigmatically from the central towers. Carved with the features of Jayavarman VII, they are thought to personify the all-seeing all-knowing Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara. Once more the walls are covered with exquisite bas-reliefs, where scenes from everyday 12th century life mingle with those of legend.
The Monks of Angkor
Back at Banteay Srei, the rain started with a thunder-clap, and plummeted from the sky. Soon endless raindrops danced across the moat. The reflection of the temple shimmered amongst the water lilies, dotted with the orange robes of the few monks who stayed out in the rain. Meanwhile I stood trapped amongst the pink sandstone corridors as the heavens continued their deluge. Built in the late 10th century, Banteay Srei – or the Citadel of Beauty – is the only complex in Angkor built from pink sandstone. Aside from the magical colour, this has allowed the exquisite detail of the carvings to survive, and many consider them the finest in Cambodia.
A young monk laughed as he scurried past me. Barely a teenager, he knew full well that tropical storms come and go, and life goes on. For me, however, the real world seemed very far away.
Questions & Answers
© 2016 Anne Harrison