More from Bangkok! I can almost feel the heat back on my skin just like how it was the days we took these photos. Some may call me crazy for wearing this Rejina Pyo dress in the heat since it’s material is quite heavy (which I only realized after it arrived in the mail). Even though it was more suited for a mild fall or spring day, I still felt the desire to wear it in Bangkok. The color fit right in! And the shape! Aggghhh. So good! I felt like a princess! And one Thai man actually did tell me that I reminded him of Cinderella. I’ll take it! The energy of Bangkok makes you want to wear color. Not that the city needs more. It’s already full of that. But I’ll wear more anyway.
And finally I am sharing images from one of the sweetest days; our to visit the famous Damnoen Saduak Floating Market. I’ve seen so many images online and from other’s travels. You guys may remember what I said in my Instagram during my trip:
The floating market. Some say it’s a tourist trap. Yes, maybe so. But I say it’s still a beautiful and unique way for the Thai culture to be showcased. The food, the colors, the traditional conical hats, the houses on wooden stilts, the coconut trees and lush foliage along the river. Thailand has so much beauty to offer, and an hour and a half in the boat was a lovely way to see that. Exchanging nods with other tourists from all around the world, everyone bobbing on boats and just taking it all in. And this lovely Thai woman who smiled at me after I took this picture. I bought some mangos from her, and she was very appreciative.
It was slow to start, with vendors very spread out far and few. And it felt like just another place where everyone is trying to sell you something. Everywhere else in Thailand feels this way, too. The city is one large market basically! But after about 15 minutes of riding in our boat, we finally started to come into contact with other visitors. I could hear accents from all over the world. Curious faces, every kind of skin shade, every kind of face. Many shaded with traditional Thai hats purchased at the market. Elderly people, just married couples, some bored looking teenagers, tiny children threatening to fall over the sides of the boats by curiosity. Most (like me) had cameras out to photograph the stunning scene that was surely to be around the corner. And there it was. An intersection that felt like a tiny city on water. Boats full of every sort of fruit and snack imaginable. The sides of the rivers lined with stalls selling every trinket, ever piece of art. You name it. They got it. Everything locally made. You could bargain. You could touch. You coukd try on. You could say yes or no and move on to the next. Me? I only purchased a mango sticky rice and coconut water. I had no room in my luggage for more souvenirs to take home. Instead, my souvenir was what I saw with my eyes. And captured on my camera. That is all I needed.
In this one area of the floating market’s maze, one could find hundreds of different backgrounds, languages, cultures, perspectives, stories. A microscopic version of the world as a whole. All the different parts, passing by and exchanging expressions, nods, words, waves. Some people we saw on our boats ride we happened to run into in other parts of Bangkok, as well! What a small world it is. A small world indeed. The idea of it comforts me.
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