I have been very remise, as have not written anything, but the weather has been so glorious here in the UK that gardens have come first alongside some work.
Bangkok glistens in the sun, everywhere there are temples dotted with mosaics and gold leaf, dazzling the eye. My second morning I set out for the flower garden, but instead found myself at 8 am the first into Wat Pho, for the first hour I almost had the place to myself, but it is is such a big complex that it was towards the end that I found myself peering between two pillars at a huge face. The reclining Buddha. He turns out to be my Buddha as I was born on Tuesday, but I did not know that at the time.
By the time, I had stopped being gobsmacked, it was time to finally fall out the calm of the Wat back into the heat of Bangkok and grab a breakfast. I did not care that I was in the most touristy part of time I was just hungry to tuck into a breakfast British/American rather than Thai. After I tried to follow the river to the flower market, but lots of buildings were getting in the way, which is when I got seduced instead by the idea of a boat trip. I know I paid way to much for the trip, especially as it did not take me to the floating market, which it promised to take me to, but in that heat it was a great way to see Thonaburi and a few more mega Buddhas. If I had not watched Michael Portillo on his train journeys, I would have never known about this alternative former capital and the water ways of Bangkok, so whilst it was a stupid price it was worth doing. And I gained merit by feeding the fish. :)
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