I hate Bangkok. It's smoggy, the venders are pushy, everyone seems to be in poverty, and yet everywhere is advertisements for phones and cars and fancy restaurants. I want out. In a few days we will get the heck out of Dodge to a remote island, but for today we've treated ourselves to a private room for the night and a nice pair of pants.
Tuk Tuk drivers, "Where you going, where you going?" Not your way pal.
Old Bangkok is golden palaces surrounded by military armed guards next to more poverty.
Audrey brough up an excellent point. She wondered what Buddha would think of his image being replicated in gold and sold by the thousands to tourists and locals alike. What would he think if he knew he had become a God-like symbol? It's not what he wanted Buddhism to be, I can tell you that much!
My birthday is tomorrow. I wonder if they celebrate this holiday here. Bryce's b-day is a pretty big deal.
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