Nestled in the jungles of Cambodia, the hidden temples of Angkor Wat are amazing. Weaving in and out of corridors, jumping from stone to stone, and climbing trees, I felt like a real life Tomb Raider seeking out hidden treasures and battling mystic creatures of the night.
At the airport during my departure, the immigration officer (dressed in military attire) took an eternity to review my documents. As he flipped between pages 12 and 13 of my passport carefully contemplating the pointless decision of where to stamp, I heard the final boarding announcement of my flight. I said, 'please hurry sir', but got no reaction from him. Thinking that he didn't hear me, I said again, 'please hurry, I'm going to miss my flight.' He looked up at me with angry eyes, threw my passport into the corner and said he was not going to let me through. For the briefest of moments, I thought I was stuck in Cambodia. As he stood up to display his non-existent authority, I saw that he realized at that point that he had nothing more to say and had nothing to do except stare at me with stubborn eyes. As we stood there eye-to-eye, his superior officer came. They conversed, he took my passport, stamped it and let me through. Phew.
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