I’m
trying to gather my thoughts regarding yet another experience we were privileged
to enjoy in Cambodia.
After
securing our table in the dinner theater, we wandered to the buffet to load up
our plates. Oh, how I wish I would have taken pictures of those multiple lines
of food! But I didn’t want to scream Western tourist. Yes, everyone there was a
tourist just like us, but I think all of them were from another Asian country
and none of them were snapping pictures of their food, which probably was
nothing unusual to them.
Enough about dinner.
The Apsara dance show was beautiful.
Many of intricate moves of the dancers were taken from the ancient bas reliefs on the temples we’d been seeing.
And each pose meant something, part of the complete story which their dance told.
The only disappointment was that halfway through the show, 40 or 50 people got up and left. I assume, all to get back on their tour bus to return to their hotel. But how incredibly rude! It left about twelve of us in the huge room watching the breath-taking dancers finish their show, their crestfallen faces scanning the near empty room.
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