Day 6-Angkor Wat

We got up early today for another temple run, only to be confronted at breakfast by young Mr. Kunn, the owner of the hostel. He demanded 3x the amount we were quoted from the internet, and despite me showing him the printout records, he continued to say our room was $15 per night, despite even logging onto the net and showing him the highest price listed RIGHT NOW is $6 per room. We're learning more and more that Cambodia is a money grab for these poor people, and they've developed skills that anyone would do in their situation. Regardless, anyone that knows me well would agree that I would tolerate his behavior for about .2 seconds. So after much discussion and my quick conclusion that there was no reasoning with this clown, we paid our bill, packed our bags, and checked into a Japanese Hostel. We later found out from the cab driver that they were angry that we did not book our cab through them and we fired the guide, thus their profit margin on your stay was cut dramatically (they get cuts for every service we employ). Despite observing my response to the hostels tactics, the cab driver too attempted to renegotiate his fee for services, asking $5 more per day--also a non-success. These people don't quit, but how can you blame him?
After our morning fun, it was onto the temples. We went to a different area today, with the highlights being Ta Prohm and Prah Khan. My words are finding it hard to describe how unique this place is, but we've been to only about 10 of the 54 temples so far, they're all beyond what I can say about them. Today's temples literally had the jungle growing into some of the giant brick wall structures, looking like something out of the movies. I hope the pics look halfway as neat as it does in person.
Today the kids were far worse than yesterday. After the hundreth one, it really does grow tiring to have them tugging at your shorts saying, "Buy this for a dollar." I swear, all the English they know ends in "for a dollar." One woman was even breast-feeding her child, everything out for the viewing, and I thought I could hear the baby say, "Buy my milk for a dollar?" Just kidding, but the woman WAS trying to sell us sugar cane candy wrapped in bamboo, with the rest of that story 100% true. We ate lunch at a makeshift restaurant in the jungle, cooked by some women with kids selling us everything they could think of. The food was actually pretty good, as I had Fried Rice with Chicken, Terri had a noodle dish, and 2 large bottled waters came to a negotiated price of $3. Ridiculous.
Upon return we picked up the laundry that I was sure that Mr. Kunn might have burned. Although handwashed and laid out in the sun, it wasn't quite Downy Fresh, but it'll do. Dinner was at a Camobidan GuestHouse and was pretty yummy. I can't quite figure out their food, but I'd describe it as a cross between Thai and Chinese. Rice comes with everything, and the meats and chicken are delicious.