The idea had captured me long before taking this trip. Fly like a gibbon at the Gibbon experience on treetops and live or die, the experience seemed worth trying. Stay in tree-top houses perched  in the canopy with a minimum of facilities and running rainwater showers! A “heart-stopping, superhero experience” (Lonely Planet). And in between change house every day ziplining from the one to the other. All this under the pretext of looking for gibbons… Sounded like my kind of thing.
But the photos and the comments I read let me know that the average age of the ones that dare it is around the twenties, which is embarrassing in the first place, and in the second place I would hate to be stuck in 3square meters with young couples that smooch all night while I wonder where has my youth gone. Plus the fact that in case of rain one has to walk to the base, a 5h walk. So I passed.
But on the very last day in Siem Reap, I asked Vanna to take me to a temple where I could be lone for qa while. I had enough of crowds, Chinese and vendors and wanted to visit a monument that even if in not such a good state I would cherish alone.
Vanna brought me to the Ta Nei, but on the way there I saw a sign leading to the Flying gibbon experience and soon I was asking details. The same day a tour was not possible but they promised next day first thing in the morning to send a car for me, only hours before my flight for Phnom Penh.
And there I was next morning, after a sleepless night without air conditioning and a little stressed, since if anything happened I would miss my flight. But of course, I thought, if anything happens I would miss much more than the flight, so there you go…
And this how I found myself early next morning at the base of The flying gibbon experience, the young brother of the Gibbon experience in Laos, surrounded by three most helpful and polite and dynamic and all you want guides prepared to give me the tour, in absolute safety, sometimes so much that it took away some fun away but of course they were right, one cannot be careful enough when playing Tarzan on the Cambodian canopy at my age…
It all went smooth as silk, and the experience was amazing! More than 10 ziplines, getting longer and thus faster progressively, until we stopped and got down the last tree vertically in a manner that I still do not understand… I tried filming but of course then you realise that you filmed your finger or the sky, so there’s less filming than expected, but still a fond memory.

The pictures

The films