Wat Phnom, the Temple on the Hill |
The city of Phnom Penh owes its name, and--according to legend--its existence, to the events that took place in 1373 at Wat Phnom. According to
legend, the Mekong River ran particularly high that year. After the flooding
receded, a wealthy woman named Penh found a tree on the riverbank. Inside the
tree were four statues of Buddha. In order to house the statues and to prevent
their being carried away by the river again, Penh built an artificial hill (a phnom, in Khmer) with a Buddhist temple
(or wat) on top of it. The temple
became known as Wat Phnom (temple on the hill), and the city that eventually
grew up around it as Phnom Penh (Penh’s hill).
The Eastern Staircase |
Wat Phnom is located on top of the only hill in Phnom Penh.
Standing 27 meters, or just over 88.5 feet, high, it’s a fairly small hill. But
its cultural importance—and its convenient location right across the street
from the U. S. embassy—made it a natural choice when I decided to get out of
the house and go see something. And I needed to get out of the house and go see
something.
Accordingly, this morning, Alexa and I joined Jeff in his
daily tuk-tuk ride to the embassy. After a slight delay caused by the funeral
procession of someone very important—no idea who, but there were two
parade-like floats carrying mourners, another one with the coffin and four
police guards, and then a bus or two of additional mourners in the procession, all
clogging the streets during rush hour, with police stopping other traffic at
each intersection, so he must have been very important—we dropped Jeff off and
traveled the one block to Wat Phnom. It was 8:10 am. I instructed our driver to
pick us up at 9:30, hoping that an hour and twenty minutes would be enough time
to see everything.
A path down from the summit |
It was plenty of time. Wat Phnom is interesting, beautiful, photogenic … and small.
I’m glad we had as much time there as we did, although we would have been okay
to leave 30 minutes earlier, but I’m also glad that we didn’t have more time,
at least for today.
Our driver dropped us off by the main entrance, the eastern
side. He pointed out the booth where foreigners should pay
their $1 entrance fee, and I stopped there first. The two ladies inside were
enthralled with Alexa, but eventually they took my dollar, gave me a receipt,
and paused their attempts to gain Alexa’s attention long enough for me to
politely take my leave. I proceeded up the grand staircase toward the wat.
About halfway there, I saw a path leading around the hill. I decided to take it
and finish the climb on a different staircase. As I reached the top of the
smaller staircase, I saw a sign informing foreigners that they should give a $1
“donation,” and a woman stepped up to assist me in making this donation. I told
her I’d already paid, and she smiled and waved me on before I even pulled out
the receipt. I went back around to the main entrance, took off my shoes, and
stepped into the wat.
Inside Wat Phnom |
I was amazed. From outside, it’s a very pretty building.
Inside, it’s stunning. There was a huge statue of Buddha, surrounded by
smaller statues and offerings of flowers, money, fruit, and incense. The walls
were covered with murals. Every surface was painted or otherwise decorated.
There were people standing around the borders of what obviously was the
petitioners’ area, waving sticks of incense. Petitioners bowed before the idol,
making their requests or returning with their offerings after their previous
requests had been granted. I didn’t take pictures focusing on the petitioners,
as it felt disrespectful to do so, and I didn’t take as many pictures inside
the wat as I wanted to, for the same reason, but I did get a few that I hope
capture the overall scene.
After a few minutes inside, I went back outside, put my
shoes on, and headed down and around the hill. On one side, at the base
of the hill, there was a huge clock set into the land, with a statue in the background. There also was a pretty pavilion, where men were
playing hacky sack with what looked like a crushed water bottle. There was a
small structure with statues of elephants outside, possibly for Sambo the elephant. Sambo, presumably not the original, who is
reported to have died last year, lives at Phnom Tamao Zoo but spends most days
at Wat Phnom, giving rides to tourists. I’m not sure what time he shows up, or
if or when he has days off, but he wasn’t there this morning.
Holding up the roof of Wat Phnom |
I spent the rest of my time wandering around the premises. I
let Alexa get out of the mei tai, so we meandered slowly over the
weathered stone pathways. I saw the museum, but chose to skip it today. Maybe
next time I’ll cough up the extra $2 to go in. Today, I chose to
stroll. It was entertaining to watch the reactions Alexa elicited, and the
reactions that were elicited from her. Everyone was enthralled with Alexa, from
the ticket ladies to the vendors to the woman nursing her own adorable baby.
Several approached her and touched her hand or hair (I allowed only very brief touches). For her part, Alexa shunned anyone who showed interest in her. She was
fascinated by the children, though, especially the little naked boy—wearing only
a leather necklace—playing with a helium-filled balloon tied to a sandal. He was
almost her height, making me think he must be a few months older than her
(Cambodians are short!), but he wasn’t walking, so maybe not. She was enthralled with the men playing hacky sack, enough so that
other onlookers marveled at her interest.
On the grounds |
In the end, when I was ready to go, I turned from taking one
last photograph and saw my driver approaching me. He held out his arms for
Alexa (she lets him hold her regularly while I get in or out of the tuk-tuk),
and she shied away. Then she realized that his was a familiar face, and she allowed
him to hold her hand as we walked to the tuk-tuk. I thought she would fall
asleep on the way home, but she didn’t. She sat contentedly in my lap, holding
on to the side of the tuk-tuk like she started doing after she saw her daddy do
it once.
Those are beautiful pictures!
ReplyDeleteThanks, MK! I enjoyed taking them. One of these days we'll get our printer hooked up and then I can start scrapbooking. Of course the Phnom Penh one will have to wait; I still haven't done the Egypt one, or the Alexa's first year one, or the "our life in Christmas ornaments" one ...
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