Temple Safari In The Press
Temple Safari has received widespread praise in the international press, as an innovative and original trip offering something very different from the competition. Here are some press reviews of Temple Safari:

Camping it up in Cambodia
The Sunday Times, 02 July 2006
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/travel/destinations/south_east_asia/article1095344.ece
A new tented jungle tour sidesteps Angkor to find the real riches of Cambodia: just mind those arachnids, says Vincent Crump

“Angkor must be seen, certainly — but if you wonder what the 1,000-year-old civilisation of the Khmers looked like before it got “discovered” by French colonists and tarted up for the megaphone masses, you need to strike out beyond Siem Reap into Cambodia’s steaming, spidery highlands. Here lie the outposts of Khmer empire: Sambor Prei Kuk, a religious complex even older than Angkor; Koh Ker, jungle stronghold of the usurper king Jayavarman IV; and especially Preah Vihear, a cathedral-sized monastery chipped into the top of a 2,000ft crag. A new “temple safari” promises to take travellers with intrepid urges to find them — and that’s what I’ve signed up for: just me and my tent (and my driver, my tour guide, my cook and my factotum).”

“This is Indiana Jones made real: along shadowy corridors, into flooded vaults, never sure whether you’ll find Buddhas or bats. We finally emerge onto a craggy balcony 2,000ft above the jungle, where kings once came to greet their gods. Sunset seeps across the plain; the roar of the cicadas is lion-loud. It’s quite incredible. It’s the most astounding camp site I’ve been to… I feel privileged to be here and very well looked after.”

A Temple All to Ourselves
The Daily Telegraph, 28 April 2007
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/travel/destinations/asia/cambodia/740955/A-temple-all-to-ourselves.html
Tired of the crowds of Angkor Wat, Francisca Kellett follows in the footsteps of Indiana Jones to explore the little-known ruins of Cambodia – and finds them well worth a bone-crunching drive or two.

“We escaped Siem Reap on what they call a temple safari, a promise of a three-day adventure into the wild north-west. Here, we would take in some of the least-visited ruins in the country and camp out, alone, in their shadows... We camped just outside the walls of Koh Ker, three centuries older than Beng Mealea and once capital of the Angkor empire. A hundred temples are hidden in the silvery-grey forest, from dark stone structures sheltering giant stone phalluses to large red-brick temples smothered by strangler figs.”

Cambodia at Peace
The Times, 28 April 2007
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/travel/destinations/south_east_asia/article1808135.ece
After a 12-year gap, Travel Editor Cath Urqhart returns to Cambodia to find a country at peace with itself.

“We loaded up the Jeep with tents, food and campbeds and we headed north to Koh Ker and Beng Mealea for a “temple safari”. Both temples are spectacular, in different ways. Beng Mealea, thought to date from the 12th century, is dangerously dilapidated, and we rock-hopped across chunks of collapsed walls, finding carved apsaras (dancing girls) under the jungle thicket. Koh Ker, where we camped, was quite different: an enormous, and well preserved, seven-tiered pyramid, with a precarious steel ladder to the top, at 35m, offering views of the jungle canopy. The only other tourists were a party of Cambodian nuns on a day trip.”

Tomb raiding, fried tarantula and sunrise over the world's greatest wonders in Cambodia
The Daily Mail, 4 April 2009
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/travel/article-1167622/Tomb-raiding-fried-tarantula-sunrise-worlds-greatest-wonders-Cambodia.html

“We were spending the night in what our tour company called a 'luxury safari camp', with the promise of a 'traditional local dinner'. My immediate thought was of a tarantula starter, followed by civet cat, gently roasted after being shot out of a tree by a member of the kitchen staff armed with a catapult. The orange canvas tents of the camp were set up almost against the walls of an ancient temple, in a forest clearing. As darkness fell, oil-rag torches lit up the pathways to the dining area. A substantial table with matching chairs, crisp tablecloth and napkins had been set up for the traditional local meal. It also came with a printed, gold-embossed menu and waiters in uniform. Soon a long glass of gin and tonic was coursing into my pot hole-battered limbs, followed by a substantial goblet of Chardonnay. Boy, the locals around here really live well, I thought. The dinner itself was a menu that might have come from the kitchens of a Raffles hotel.”