Snacks are on offer once you are back on the pathway down.
Fiercely.
Omnivorous.
I think this is what happens if you dismantle a monk.
Back on the road and to Wat Banan. A short hop through the countryside, along narrow lanes. 324 steep steps lead directly up to the top of the hill, and there was an 11th century temple built by Udayadityavarman II. (well, likely his slave labor lifted some of the heavier rocks up the hill) This is a quiet, peaceful place. A Cambodian family was preparing lunch amongst the ruins. Incense smoke drifted from the various shrines. The hilltop was covered in flowering frangipani trees. I sat for a while on some ancient stone blocks covered in fallen blossoms.
After a while I headed back down, reluctant to leave such peacefulness, but eager to see more.
