Enchanted Beng Melea

Beng Melea

Beng Melea, as it is

“Sad fragility of human things! How many centuries and thousands of generations have passed away, of which history, probably, will never tell us anything: what riches and treasures of art will remain for ever buried beneath these ruins…” — Henri Mouhot

I used to take my notebook to a lonely corner of Preah Khan, one of the Angkor temples, and I’d sit in a doorway of cobwebs, gazing out on ancient stones like these. I used to revel in my solitude there, thinking and writing and listening to the muffled buzz of bees. I still love Preah Khan in its crumpled state — though its state changes day by day, month by month, as its pieces are restored. But an even bigger change has swept through the Angkor temples in recent years. That solitude, those quiet corners — nearly impossible to find anymore in any of the ruins on the main tourist paths. Jerry and I used to dangle our feet from the stoop of the library facing Angkor Wat; we’d crack open a beer and watch the sun fade, nearly alone. No more. The crowds keep pouring through.

Or we’d climb the steps of Phnom Bakheng and watch the sunset from on high, just a dozen others around us. Not today. Today, the mountain jams with 500 people or more, all with cameras perched and poised, pointing in the same direction, toward Angkor Wat in a fireball sky.

But here’s what most tourists miss: The untrammeled temples, the places way out there, the destinations not noted in guidebooks. Plenty of those gems remain in Cambodia, all across the country, and I won’t tell you where they are. You must find your own. (That you can is one of Cambodia’s greatest attractions.) This above and below, Beng Melea, is not the perfect example, as it is listed in guidebooks and it does see a steady stream of tourists each day — about 30 on average, according to one of the caretakers. But still, it’s 2 hours by tuk-tuk from Siem Reap and it requires a drive through fields so remote you can stop for a potty break and hear nothing but the wind. I love this temple for its massive trees and the way nature is an essential facet of its character. Beng Melea isn’t Beng Melea without all this.

Beng Melea 2

The jungle and Beng Melea

On getting here, we start off on the main highway heading toward Phnom Penh. We pass a wreck with fresh blood on pavement and a vanload of people gathered by the roadside — these scenes, too familiar. An ambulance has already come and gone, and we continue up the road.

Traffic lightens and we are soon in the painting of Cambodia as I see it in my head: red dirt, blue sky, puffy clouds, luminous paddies of rice with palm trees reaching forth. Toss in an ancient bridge (like the one below), a few workers in the fields and there you have it: the quintessential image of countrified Cambodia. Now sniff the air: it smells of m’aohm.

Angkor bridge

Bridge originally built in Angkor times

A little farther east is a blip in the road, Khchass, where dozens of women sell sticky rice tubes. They raise parasols over little tables set by the roadside. Behind them, small fires crackle with blackened sections of bamboo cooking in the flames. Inside is a delightful glutinous mix of rice and beans and coconut, slightly sweet.   It looks so inviting; I vow to stop for some on the way back.

And I do. We do not eat lunch at Beng Melea (though a couple of small cafes sit at the entrance) and my stomach growls with hunger. One of these tubes is just enough. It always is. Common to Southeast Asia, sticky rice in bamboo is one of my favorite breakfasts on the run — easy to find, easy to pack, quick to eat and plenty filling. I crack the sides of bamboo and peel them like a banana. My fingers dig into the sticky mess and I am filled with nothing overly profound —

— except the realization that it’s an exceptionally wonderful day.

Road rice

Selling sticky rice at Khchass

Road rice 2
Eating sticky rice on the road, in a tuk-tuk

3 thoughts on “Enchanted Beng Melea

  1. the city is hidden only the people know..they do not want no visiter understand the legend of the khmer people…people might think it is a joke but the spirit can be awaking if your dumb to find something in the temple.bury?come on they need their rest once the history is gone on the people would know the story…

  2. Hi Hi,
    Not sure what you mean… visitors shouldn’t learn the mysteries of the temples? The temples have too many visitors?
    I’m curious about what you mean…

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