OMG: when I was first in Siem Reap, in 1993, there were five of us in total in the entire town, all staying in the only place to stay in town - a bullet-scarred rundown old french hotel that had muddy running water only when the electricity was on an hour or two a day. You had to be escorted around the temples by an armed escort and, because of the landmines, could only walk on certain footpaths, and go to certain temples. My, how times have changed. Now the old hotel has been resurrected into a Raffles Hotel and Siem Reap is taking off. Good for them.

Quoted: The town that lodges and feeds Angkor’s million annual visitors has evolved into a chic haven of rest and relaxation.