Wat Pho, a huge royal temple complex. Built from the 17th century, beautiful and famous for its 46m long and 15m high lying Buddha. Unfortunately, like almost every attraction, it has become overcrowded for tourists. All tourists and pilgrims are friendly and relaxed, but there are plenty of them. I have the feeling that I hear German speakers here almost more than any other language.
We adult tourists pay 100 TB each. For our child the entrance was free as well as for local Buddhists.
Since it is a little hazy today, the sun did not burn quite so hot. Nevertheless, at 34°C we are happy about every shadow found. Quite quickly we consider whether we want to run a bit further to see what Sveeja would call the 100 millionth ,3,20,5000th Buddha. Everything with real gold, everywhere splendour and glitter. So big, so much, so powerful that we were quickly fed up. After all, it is a first-class royal temple.
Occasionally run into each other like a typical orange-clad monk. But they show little interest in the tourists and are rather irritated when I greet them with a friendly “sàwàddee kráb”. Over the loudspeakers of the temple complex of Wat Pho and live in a side building we follow for a while a Buddhist doctrinal or argument that was already audible when we came in and was just finished when we left.
I am a little disappointed at the lack of professional or religious background. One walks through the temple complex of Wat Pho as a gawking tourist, admires the buildings, takes photos and finishes. I would like to learn something first-hand about Buddhism, the temple, the monks, the customs, the symbols, but I am probably wrong about the tourist entrance.
A TUK-TUK brings us (with negotiation) back to the hotel for twice the taxi price from Wat Pho. The airstream blows hard in a TUK-TUK and Sveeja loses her beloved base cap on the way. Immediately it disappeared behind us among the hundreds of wheels, and we immediately resigned ourselves to the fact that it was lost forever. A little later we stand at a traffic light, and a moped driver taps us from behind and gives Sveeja back her clean and intact cap. Our driver apologizes several times that he didn’t notice that we had lost the thing.