Bangkok is an assault on the senses. Mad Max tuk-tuks careen wildly through traffic while the Skytrain glides effortlessly above. Sleep-deprived backpackers rub elbows with cellphone-toting monks and neighborhood masseuses.
Many people can count the amount of gold they own, well, on one finger. Add in earrings, necklaces, and a few bracelets, then maybe you’re up to a couple of ounces. But imagine that you’re doing a bit of reorganizing around the house and discover 5 tons of gold sitting in your storage room.
Bangkok’s Grand Palace is chock-full of dazzling buildings, without a doubt. But clustered around these buildings are charming statues of mythical creatures – important symbols for Buddhists.
For most people, running errands is time-consuming and boring. And while it’s a necessary evil, they’d rather be doing something else. But for me, changing countries every few days will certainly take the “boring” out of the equation, and in some cases will add some excitement.
The day started in earnest when we emerged into the hot, humid, noisy world outside the Bangkok Metro. We were on our way to Wat Pho, home of the famous reclining Buddha, measuring an astounding 150 feet long and 50 feet high.
Bangkok is a feast for the eyes, from its gleaming, modern skyscrapers to its colorful street vendors. But nothing charms and intrigues me more than the mysterious Thai Spirit Houses that grace every property – both residential and commercial.
Imagine a small, walled city which combines the functions of Buckingham Palace, Washington, DC, and the Vatican.