…we meandered under the trees, letting the ghosts visit with us. a haunting and quiet experience that Janine and I felt simultaneously. not a spooky sensation, just an energy-packed thrill of lives long-lived. this occurrence left both of us vigilant in the face of conquests, expansion, and downfalls. exploration of this historical graveyard of broken rubble was one that deserved time and reflection, one that we were only too happy to give…
Wat Maha That
….sun cast high, beaded little bodies of sweat tracing their way down my back and face. the only reprieve from further dehydration–drink coconut water straight from a coconut. more ancient ruins stand in the bustling presence of tourists, being patient with us as we take our pictures to document our own attendance in the midst of significance…
This past weekend excursion brought me, first, into Bangkok, where Janine and I kicked it on Soi 11 in the Siam District. Full of foreign restaurants and VW vans converted into bars, it proved to be a music and dance-filled night that kept us out until the wee hours of the morning.
Once in Ayutthaya, the Wat (temple) tour began. Molly joined us, and the rest of the day was filled with a two hour boat tour of more Wat’s on the river.
The fabulous ladies, Janine and Molly, make it a hoot and holler to travel around with. Until next time, gals!