Last week while being whisked up to the green peaks of Luang Prabang in Laos with the company I work for and then down to the mystical ruins surrounding Siem Reap in Cambodia, I happened to stumble on my ideal home.
Before this pinnacle moment though I had been spending 5 days in 5-star luxury, of which one hotel out of three was still under construction, while trying in vain to fight against my inner sloth by keeping my days as active as possible, certain that the fluffy white bed with its mountain of fluffy white pillows would swallow me and the great book I was reading if I didn't.
So my schedule loosely revolved around such activities like: eating breakfast, attending meetings that deeply delved into the world of hotels (mind you I was not really needed for this nor had I any idea what was being discussed half the time but it was interested on an observational point of view) eating a delightful choice of either Laotian, Western or Cambodian cuisine for lunch, going for a little wander into local shops or the hotels pool in the afternoons or attending a few other meetings with the hoteliers or my book, considering a serious physical workout before realizing it was dinner time and finally dining with my hand glued to my wine glass while periodically reflecting, in between conversations, on a circle of thoughts that including what desert I would eat, why the hotel service staff were so uber friendly and who was the mysterious killer in Kafka on the Shore by Murikami.
Yes... it had all been running quite peaceful in Hotel De La Paix when I was struck with the jolt of desire again, and we're not talking a little static electricity caused by carpet - this was a lightning bolt moment that beckoned every cell in my body saying, Yes! Want it.
It was the last day before our return to Bangkok and we were in Siem Reap, Cambodia, home to the great Angkor temple. The team of well fed hoteliers and I decided to go on an excursion out to some of the temples. Packed into the bus for only ten minutes we arrived to my new desire. Nestled in the jungles and flooded with tourists at 8 in the morning was the temple Ta-Prom.
Upon gazing at this wonderful sight through heavy draped eyes it wasn't until I stumbled into the ruins that my desire enflamed. There before us (and three bus loads of Chinese) was a 200 year old tree growing on top of 12th Century architecture. I want a house with a tree growing on top, I could hear myself saying. Only I wouldn't want the spiders and bugs or the design layout of the temple (mayhem) and it would need a little work but I didn't care, I thought as I contemplated where I would put my bed.
I guess love really knows no boundaries or it has 8/20 vision.
Before this pinnacle moment though I had been spending 5 days in 5-star luxury, of which one hotel out of three was still under construction, while trying in vain to fight against my inner sloth by keeping my days as active as possible, certain that the fluffy white bed with its mountain of fluffy white pillows would swallow me and the great book I was reading if I didn't.
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| Hotel De La Paix in Siem Reap. |
So my schedule loosely revolved around such activities like: eating breakfast, attending meetings that deeply delved into the world of hotels (mind you I was not really needed for this nor had I any idea what was being discussed half the time but it was interested on an observational point of view) eating a delightful choice of either Laotian, Western or Cambodian cuisine for lunch, going for a little wander into local shops or the hotels pool in the afternoons or attending a few other meetings with the hoteliers or my book, considering a serious physical workout before realizing it was dinner time and finally dining with my hand glued to my wine glass while periodically reflecting, in between conversations, on a circle of thoughts that including what desert I would eat, why the hotel service staff were so uber friendly and who was the mysterious killer in Kafka on the Shore by Murikami.
Yes... it had all been running quite peaceful in Hotel De La Paix when I was struck with the jolt of desire again, and we're not talking a little static electricity caused by carpet - this was a lightning bolt moment that beckoned every cell in my body saying, Yes! Want it.
It was the last day before our return to Bangkok and we were in Siem Reap, Cambodia, home to the great Angkor temple. The team of well fed hoteliers and I decided to go on an excursion out to some of the temples. Packed into the bus for only ten minutes we arrived to my new desire. Nestled in the jungles and flooded with tourists at 8 in the morning was the temple Ta-Prom.
Upon gazing at this wonderful sight through heavy draped eyes it wasn't until I stumbled into the ruins that my desire enflamed. There before us (and three bus loads of Chinese) was a 200 year old tree growing on top of 12th Century architecture. I want a house with a tree growing on top, I could hear myself saying. Only I wouldn't want the spiders and bugs or the design layout of the temple (mayhem) and it would need a little work but I didn't care, I thought as I contemplated where I would put my bed.
I guess love really knows no boundaries or it has 8/20 vision.
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| This would be the kitchen over-looking the courtyard. |
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