Later that day, I was taken to the home and temple of a Buddhist monk to have a traditional Khmer water blessing. I disrobed in a cabana built by the Amansara on the site and dressed in a sarong. As the monk dipped his wooden ladle in a barrel of lotus water, he chanted my blessing and poured the water repeatedly over my head for what seemed like an eternity, until I was suitably refreshed, smelling beautiful and infused with good luck for the coming year. I left feeling surprisingly renewed and I will remember the experience fondly for many years to come. I wondered how many Western tourists knew about the spiritual side of Cambodia and how it might melt their war-worn images if they could experience what I had.
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