Whether we believe in after-life or not, rich or poor, whatever our cultural associations are, we will ultimately return to dust, into the earth’s cradle, where we all came from like this manmade image of Buddha whose body has disappeared beneath the bodhi roots and which all that remains is a head struggling from the inevitable forces of nature.
If symmetry is in the correctness of measurements, we all know that beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
The beautiful silhouettes of the trappings of an old temple highlight the colorful flags at the background. The elements, both near and far, create a perfect balance in this photo.
I am close to the ground and close to sky at the same time.
I did make the best out of the visit; thankfully, the sunny weather cooperated and beautifully enhanced the silhouettes of torn walls and fallen structures.
I want to walk along the similar pavements locals walk through, or sometimes, eat, buy, sell and sleep. I want to see the real faces behind the superficial smiles on expensive TV commercials. I want to hear the real stories behind the grand advertisements and paid travel reviews. And in that old, slow-moving bus, I saw something that is usually invisible to luxurious travelers and even to locals confided in their narrow cities.
The Floating Market, I would say, lost its purpose of being a trading hub for merchants and goods. Don’t expect to see the normal dynamics of a market but anticipate for a rehearsed play luring tourists to pour their money on souvenirs, hence, my disappointment as a fan of protected and genuine traditions.
I bet not all had the same experience as I had but Bangkok offered much less then what they advertise. Actions do indeed speak louder than words.