It was wonderfully cooked, with a smattering of chilli. It was very tasty and the perfect lunch for people on the move.
it was a reclining Buddha and a lot of others as well, the reclining one very nicely adorned.
I was quite alone inside of the temple, though out in the court yard a group of workers were putting an advertising hording together.
The court yards are not considered holy and are used for anything that you fancy, though they more than likely had to grease a few monks hands.
Using my super-duper new water, beer, soup proof map of the city, I manoeuvred myself through the back streets of down town Bangkok, eventually arriving at the river.
I had arrived at the river but at a totally different place than where I wanted or expected to be.
But as luck would have it I had landed at a ferry jetty, from here you can get ferries and river tour boats to all the places up and down the river. I decided to get the cross river ferry to a small market on the other bank, so I paid my 3baht and jumped (there is a gap, so watch your step) on board, the craft (it is not a boat) chugged its way across the river, with the more speedy vessels dodging to port and starboard.
I jumped onto the landing stage (that sounds so grand) and walked up a few steps and was at once engulfed by the typical market place melee. I sauntered through the stalls, as markets go this was a very small one, only two lanes, but containing all of what you would expect of an oriental eastern market; the dust, smells, cats, dogs, haggling, deformed beggars, yes everything was there. I walked down one side and then reaching the end walked back down the other lane, it held nothing that I wanted, I was actually looking for a pair of trekking sandals, I had left mine back home, as I knew I would be able to buy them out here at a tenth of the cost, to date still no sandals, just shows how wrong you can be.
Down the food isle I considered stewed ham hock, but I really wanted just a snack.
I stopped at a small Sushi bar, it looked all nice and clean, freshly prepared and quite a few people using it for a take-away. So taking my life in my hands (I do all the time), I selected my Sushi, paid, took a seat and enjoyed it immensely. Life still intact!
I did, it came I got on board this one had a be-uniformed crew of 3, so I was ferried through the criss-crossing river traffic to the other side, but alighting at a different place, this was right in front of a large hotel, shopping complex. As I had a bit of time on my hands I decided to have a look inside, this was a very large complex, but the units inside were almost all empty, there was a large open atrium in the centre, with a few tables and chairs, but not a café or drinks stand I sight. I suppose it had just been completed and was waiting to be filled with all of the stuff that these places get filled with.
I decided to take a one to the Royal Palace and the main water front area, there is actually no other means of getting to or around this area other than Taxi, Tuk-Tuk or if you’re feeling brave on the back of a motorbike or scooter. I was then whisked through China Town along the main road with its mad traffic, this brought me to the area that I had originally set out to walk to.
I arrived at the Royal Palace and the Emerald Buddha who slumbers at the Kings own private Wat, I had aimed to have a look around the palace, but thought better of it when I saw the length of the queue at the ticket booth. I decided to just wander around the grounds and look at all of the buildings externally. it was 17:00 and time for the changing of the guard, I have seen better, but did get a nice smile from the Officer of The Watch, wonder what that meant?
As you reach the end of the gardens and turn towards the Wat entrance, you pass some market stalls, I honestly believe there is not a piece of pavement in Bangkok that doesn’t have a hawker stall selling something or other. Here was a stall selling golden brown stuffed squid being turned over the charcoals.
This one is really massive, you can walk all around it and need to, to get an idea of the huge size of the effigy.
But there you are not finished, Wat Po is a massive complex filled with temples all with their own Buddha’s sitting, lying standing, in groups, in rows, there are many hundreds and all housed inside and out in wonderfully engraved and gilded halls.
The grounds are also worth while just to saunter around and with the except happy clicking bus loads of Japanese tourists and solitary Brit ones, quite empty and tranquil.
I realised that it was getting late and Nina had said she was cooking that evening, so it was into a Tuk-Tuk and off to Hua Lamphong.