There’s an eighty foot statue of Buddha I couldn’t help messing with (yes, later I realized it would have been funnier to pinch his head):
I was going to attend the last day of a teaching by some reknowned master at a Thai temple, but they were “sold out” of badges whereas I was under the impression it was free or donation based or something. Not so! Look at the requirements:
It cost about $150 and you need copies of your shit and you can’t bring anything. No thanks, it cost enough just to be here. So I wandered back to town, locating the aforementioned statue on the way. Then I found the “river” while searching for a mythical restaurant in the guide book that supposedly serves fantastic cinammon masala tea (served by unicorns?):
That is the river next to the bridge in the picture. If you’re straining to see water, let me save you some time: there ain’t any. Google Maps shows it as a wide, blue region as does the guide book so I was noticeably confused as to my color coordinated location. Needless to say, I think a picture in their next edition could avoid some confusion!
The weather was pleasant, warm but not hot and a cool breeze. I enjoyed the nice, long walk except for the two schoolboys, separate instances, who both claimed to be English students and “didn’t want anything except to practice”. The first came around to offering a cheap tour of the countryside on his motorbike, the second I finally cut off and told him I wanted to be left alone. Booya; ginger is setting boundaries.