We were so touched by the atmosphere of Wat Phakhao that we returned this morning and again this evening to write our blog. No we are not going to tell you who today’s author is.
This morning the monks were busy trimming hedges while planting orchids and poinsettias. As the head monk said yesterday they were planting them for Christmas. The buddhist non commercial view of the festive season suits us just fine. We noticed a few hotels last night with Christmas trees, reindeer and signs saying seasons greetings. We have also seen (which is less favourable) Tesco, Boots, Marks and Spencer as well as Burger King and McDonald’s. In the main however we have ducked below the rader of these western invasions and managed to eat and drink in local places.
Today was wash day and there was a laundry next to La Maison Verte. The owner looking at Clare’s running shoes suggested that the laundry wash them. Taking a deep breath we both surrendered our beloved pairs of Oasics hoping that at six o clock this evening they would be returned in pristine condition. We were not disappointed, they had not dissolved in the wash and 2 years of grime, mud, dirt and smell had disappeared. So a little more life before we need new pairs. So far they have run in Australia, England, China, Tibet, Nepal, Vietnam, Laos and now Thailand, so they have a few miles left on them.
Our guest house owner is a keen guitarist and singer. He and Clare did a rendition of Puff the Magic Dragon at the reception counter earlier today. He is playing at 10pm tonight at the Interbar and we have said we will go and watch. He has asked Clare to sing with him, so more to report in the next blog.