My visit to Siem Reap last year completely whisked me into another dimension. In my mind’s eye I walked among the Khmer people as they bustled about in the marketplace. The women hurry from one stall to another, the bells sewn on their intricate dresses clinking in rhythm to the crunch of grass under their feet. In the distance the King is overseeing the construction of yet another stone temple, this one filled with many smiling faces and requiring more attention to detail from sculptors and carvers.