I have this place locked away in my head for as long as I can remember. Was it some magazine I've read as a kid? Some TV documentary I've seen? I couldn't precisely pinpoint what sparked my obsession with visiting this place. Angkor Wat for me was like a page from a book I'm reading. As the years passed, the pages appeared to become thicker, and my chances of seeing them seemed to slip away.

Since the start of my fascination about this place, I've matured into a man and faced the challenges of the corporate world. While I developed traits such as responsibilities and functioned in a hierarchy within the business world, my passion for travel remained unwavering. As I immersed myself in the book of travels, the pages depicting Angkor Wat, which I could run my fingers over, held a sense of mystery, awaiting a solution and ultimately, an experience. There was a persistent itch on my back that I needed to address, whether it was for good or for ill.

Like any obsessed individual, I made plans of visiting this place. I initially planned to visit Angkor Wat in the latter part of 2012, envisioning myself striding along its expansive walkways and lengthy corridors. However, just as all plans have the potential to go awry, mine went the complete opposite, as I unexpectedly achieved this goal nearly a year ahead of schedule. One day, I woke up, stumbled upon an airline promo, and booked a cheap flight to finally fulfill my long-standing obsession with this place.

Fast forward to the 3rd of November at exactly 5:30 AM. I found myself standing at the entrance of the vast Angkor Wat complex, along with my brother and many other tourists who came from Australia, the UK, and the rest of the world. I eagerly awaited the sun rising on the horizon, as well as the realization of what was once only a mere dream. At last! I was just a few twists away from finally turning the pages of Angkor Wat.

As the sun began to rise and the final traces of darkness dissipated, we began our walk towards the entrance. As we neared the far-off quincunx towers of Angkor Wat, their diminutive silhouettes grew increasingly impressive. Climbing the stairs had me imagining being transported back in the early 12th century as one of the builders of this temple or even the man himself—the one responsible for its construction, King Suryavarman II. Originally built as an offering for the Hindu god Vishnu, it has since transformed into a Buddhist religious structure, making it the world's largest religious building.

There were many of us who climbed the steps going in, and at first I was worried that once inside, the scene would look like a concert hall bustling with overwhelming crowd. Magically, once I stepped my feet inside, I found myself wandering through long corridors by my lonesome and alighting out into open spaces with almost no one in sight aside from my brother. It was like I entered another world and purposely got myself lost.

The intricate bas-relief galleries and the devatas adorning the walls inside are very hard to explain. The entire history of ancient Khmer appears to be on display before me, with all hints of the past staring back as I direct my wide-awed gaze towards it.

Upon reaching one end of the temple, I separated myself from my brother and wandered alone toward another section. The wind blew in from all directions, and the wide windows overlooked an open field dotted with lush trees and a lake. As perplexing and mystifying as its architectural design and geographical positioning, which have scholars forever debating its meaning, Angkor Wat managed to solve a personal puzzle that has haunted me for as long as I can remember—my curiosity about this place.

The civilization that flourished around the time of its construction mysteriously disappeared 200 years after its construction. It could be the death of King Suryavarman or the sacking of Khmer by the Champa, an Indianized kingdom that controlled most of south and central Vietnam from the 7th to 18th century. Subsequent kingdoms in ancient Khmer quickly advanced farther inland, leading to the establishment of numerous temples surrounding Angkor Wat.

Afterward, the whole temple complex, that had Antonio da Madalena, a Portuguese monk who first stumbled into Angkor Wat in 1586, wondered about "(what) human genius can conceive of", was mostly eaten by the dense jungles and was momentarily hidden from view of the outside world.

Upon the rediscovery of Angkor Wat by Western explorers in the early 19th century, renovations immediately began. Over time, archaeologists, conservationists, and researchers arrived, conducting endless studies on the rich and colorful history of Angkor Wat and its surrounding temples.

As I cross out Angkor Wat from my life's list of places to see, I will be putting it in a very special place in my memory vault. A return trip is not impossible and does not lay far in the future. As the day drew to a close and the sun began its descent, I gazed up at the sky, noting its striking resemblance to the skies that King Suryavarman II and his people would have admired daily. The only difference now from theirs is the state of the world we're in. The walls and the strong foundations of Angkor Wat remain the same and still mesmerize people from all over the world.

Since I arrived a day earlier than my brother in Ho Chi Minh, I spent the whole day walking around the city. I had a blast getting myself immersed in a new place which hurriedly became familiar to me. From crossing the street with a sea of motorcycles whose drivers never slow down, I've become an expert in not getting ran over after a few attempts. I've also politely rejected motorcycle drivers and rickshaw operators' offer of ride, as I just told them "I'm just walking around". Which I did before retiring to the guest house and waited for my brother who arrived early morning the next day. After a short nap, we went out to the then awakening city of Saigon and had a quick breakfast in order to catch the 6:30 AM bus going to Phnom Penh, Cambodia. A day earlier, I already purchased two one way tickets to Phnom Penh which costs $10.00 per person at the Sihn Tourist located at De Tham street - which is just beside both Buy Vien and Pham Ngu Lao.

I've taken a million bus rides in my life, but this one is special as it will be my first time to cross a border into another country. There was a little apprehension as I am worried that the immigration process at the border will be strict and paranoia of being a Filipino–who is always suspected of overstaying–clouded my worry bubble for a few seconds. However, the process was a walk in the park as fellow member of the ASEAN nations, we do not need a visa to enter Cambodia and all we did was line up and waited for our passports to be stamped by the both Vietnamese and Cambodian immigration officers.

The trip from Saigon to the border took around 2 and a half hours. So for the first couple of hours we passed by the ensuing towns and cities of Saigon where I saw more motorcycles driven around as the ride of choice of people going to work. If you think the streets of Manila is already filled with motorcycles, then think again as the ratio would probably fall into less than 1 is to 10 when compared with that of Vietnam.

The Bavet / Moc Bai border is just one of the many borders travelers pass through to enter Cambodia. This is the most popular as many tourists from Saigon takes this route, thanks to the many Saigon - Phnom Penh and Siem Reap bus trips offerings from the many ticketing outlets in Ho Chi Minh.

After the border stop, the bus parked at a nearby cafeteria for a quick lunch and all of a sudden one will feel the change of countries emphatically because you can't use your Vietnamese Dong anymore, rather they accept US dollars. My brother bought a can of Pringles at US $2.00 and two Pepsi's in can for $1.00 each. Like Filipinos in other parts of the globe, we did a quick mind Peso conversion. 42.00 pesos for a can of soda, hmm a bit expensive yeah, compared to 25-30.00 sold here.

After a short while, we were back on the bus again and rolling along the countryside of Cambodia. I saw large mass of rice fields and wonder how much of this green lands have a landmine still planted and left un-exploded. A long stretch of the field are engulfed with water, probably the remnants of the flood that besieged Cambodia two weeks earlier.

Then after another hour, the bus rolled into a barge at the Neak Leoung Ferry terminal for a short ride across Mekong. The river crossing took around 10 minutes, the transition was done smoothly as our bus and other vehicles rolled out, the awaiting passengers, motorcycles and other vehicles rolled in and the barge went back to the other side after a few minutes.

Then its more countryside again and pockets of small towns in between. The sight was nothing peculiar as it easily mirrors the countryside we have here in the Philippines. Rice paddies, small houses, people walking at the side of the streets, people waving at the bus. However, there are more kids riding the bicycles going to school and its nice to see some of them grouped together wearing their shimmery white colored uniforms pedaling in unison at the side of the road.

Tuk-tuks or the Auto rickshaw started to appear at towns we passed by. In the Philippines we have our own version which we called as "tricycles", while in Cambodia it is a motorcycle with a passenger cabin (can fit in 4 people) with a roof attached in its rear. It offers a convenient ride as I would found out later one, if you're only two passengers you can sit side by side and stretch out your legs over to the opposite seats and you're like riding a smooth ass car.

Finally at around 2:00 PM, after a trip that lasted over 7 hours we rolled into the Cambodian capital of Phnom Penh. At the bus stop, we bumped into a friendly tuktuk driver named Prahn, who eventually became our tuktuk driver for the rest of the day and the other time when we went back to Phnom Penh after spending 3 days in Siem Reap.

"Where you from" Prahn would ask us. My brother said "We're from the Philippines". "Oh (he motions punching his two fists) Manny Pacquiao, I love Manny Pacquiao". It turns out he watches Pacquiao's fights which is shown in Phnom Penh on a cable channel a few days every time he fights.

Finally at around 3:00 PM we settled in this lovely guesthouse which Roomorama provided for me, called the You Khin House located near the Russian Embassy and is only a walking distance from the city's main attraction. After getting a short rest we took a walk and introduced ourselves to the city of Phnom Penh. After all the hours, the butt numbing bus ride and the border crossing - the trip was worth doing and all the things I saw and experience between transporting from Ho Chi Minh City to Phnom Penh was everything that makes traveling truly addicting.