Wat Chao Arm

Wat Chao Arm

It was a rainy Sunday when we decided to head to Bangkok Noi to vist Wat Chao Arm. The sky was dark and the weather unseasonably cool. Bangkok on the whole felt a little angry. Hopefully the gods could be appeased with our visit. Were I catholic I would have to confess that it had been some time since my last confession, if you get my drift.

08-Jan-2017 01:51, Canon Canon DIGITAL IXUS 80 IS, 4.5, 14.303mm, 0.008 sec, ISO 100
08-Jan-2017 01:52, Canon Canon DIGITAL IXUS 80 IS, 4.9, 18.6mm, 0.013 sec, ISO 200
08-Jan-2017 01:04, Canon Canon DIGITAL IXUS 80 IS, 3.5, 9.681mm, 0.017 sec, ISO 250
08-Jan-2017 01:54, Canon Canon DIGITAL IXUS 80 IS, 4.0, 11.614mm, 0.01 sec, ISO 160
08-Jan-2017 01:01, Canon Canon DIGITAL IXUS 80 IS, 4.5, 14.303mm, 0.017 sec, ISO 250
 

First order of business was some fuel in the belly. Off to our favorite Dim Sum for a big feed that set us back a whopping 280 THB. Yum yum!

07-Jan-2017 23:19, Canon Canon DIGITAL IXUS 80 IS, 2.8, 6.2mm, 0.017 sec, ISO 200
 

The taxi ride over took forever and ran in excess of 200 baht – a biggie as taxi fares go in Bangers but nothing compared to the cost back home. We were lost and the taxi driver seemed happy to keep driving while the meter was ticking over. Maybe it cost an extra 50 baht but Mai Bpen Rai!

First stop was an offering according to a star sign / day of birth combination. I let the wife handle that one and tried to avoid the plumes of incense smoke.

Then another at an old king whole had committed a crime of passion only to discover that his ‘intel’ was not spot on. It happens.

An excellent ice coffee later and we made an offering and received blessings and chants from a monk while carrying out ‘Sat Naam

Then it was off to a small temple for quiet contemplation (featured photo) where I heard Buddha talk to me – it’s happened a few times before and the words just come into my head without me thinking about them. This time I was told I would have good success this year as I had finally grasped some empathy for those less fortunate than myself. Comforting indeed.

The last stop was an effigy of the dead who was incessantly saying something I couldn’t understand until a kind woman pulled the plug on him. Guess he was tired.

Time for a taxi home as the rain had set in. A good afternoon that didn’t break the bank – Bangkok style.