Her name is Ya Ot, I visited her every day that I was at the temples. She was always cheerful and pleasant. With the help of an interpreter I learned a bit about her and her family, but she always dodged my question of how she lost her hands and feet. Each day at sunset she would gather her belongings and walk off into the jungle. I was amazed at her attitude and her abilities despite her obvious physical challenges. She is an inspiration to me.