I'm currently on my way back from what was possibly the most pointless hike I've ever been on. It was an hour long walk up a dusty trail lined with rather sad looking shrubbery and thorns that seemed to have the conscious intent to embed themselves into my skin. The natural delights that we saw along the way consisted of a tree that was the grand total of one hundred years old or something, a termite mound that looked like it had been empty for a decade - the reason for which I can only assume was a suicide pact by the termites, who were so completely bored by their surroundings that they decided it better that they participate in a real life game of Lemmings. Following that, we stumbled across a tarantula nest. No tarantulas to be seen mind, just some leaves and a hole in the ground that we were told definitely did currently contain arachnids of the most exotic variety. Past the second middle aged tree, we finally reached the summit and stopped to gasp at the astonishingly sublime panoramic view of leaves, branches, and a discarded flip flop.

For a second I thought it was all an elaborate Khmer joke and that the jolly ranger would walk us around one more corner to see the true beauty on offer. Alas, the joke was on me. The only reward that came was when I reached into my left pocket to find the banana that had been given to me at the beginning. The banana was black and soggy. I ate it anyway and thought about what I wanted to happen to the people that had rated this place with anything more than minus 4 stars on TripAdvisor.

I highly recommend a visit to this truly magical natural wonder. Especially if you're decidedly suicidal. There's a big drop from a rock, and apparently the non existent tigers will eat you if you fall, which at least increases your chances of success in departing this world.

Oh, I did get to wear a magnificent hat along the way, in which I think I look quite lovely.