OK, let's say for the sake of nostalgia. You know me and nostalgia are like thisclose. LOL.
What better way to honor my two years in this city than to dedicate a number of posts to Bangkok, a place that I call my home. It's quite obvious in this blog that I have this big love affair with the City of Angels. I'd marry it if it were possible.
So for the coming weeks I'll write about the different aspects of the city that has made it more endearing to me.
I shall start this "series" with the Chao Phraya River.
From my building, the Chao Phraya is only about three minutes away via the temple grounds. I was quite surprised how wide it actually is, at least in that stretch near my building. Looming nearby is the majestic Rama VIII bridge with its signature pylon and golden suspension cables.
Taking over in the evening are garishly-lit boats brimming with tourists snapping pictures of the Wat Arun and Rama VIII bridge. Oh, don't get me started on the loud music playing from those tourist boats.
Soon enough, I developed a close affinity to the river, making it a point to take the boat on Friday afternoons as a ritual of sort. I love being soothed by the bobbing boat along with other weary commuters.
Late afternoons on the river are always spectacular. The golden roofs of the Grand Palace for instance are best viewed during this time as it glimmers in the sunset. Often I find my self going to the pier near the temple to just watch the sun slide in the horizon and slather the sky with different shades of orange and red. Or if I'm in the mood for walking I head off to Phra Arthit (about twenty minutes by foot from my building) to observe people, sometimes to read, or more of watching the sunset.
As a city absorbed in rituals, I've seen the Chao Phraya decked in resplendent rowers during the Royal Barge Procession, or glimmer to the small floats that people release on the Loy Krathong Festival.
But what amuses me most among these rituals is when, on no particular occasion, people feed the pigeons infesting the piers (or at least the pier closest to my building). Below the piers are humongous fish that live on a daily diet of stale bread (what did I tell you about carbo-loading?!). This feeding ritual is part of merit-making among Buddhists, I heard.
I think for any visitor to see the real Bangkok, he has to see the river. Bangkok is practically born along the banks of the Chao Phraya and since then the river has served more than just commercial or touristic purposes but it is also one of the epicenters of Thai culture and rituals. The city and the river are pretty much inseparable.
7 comments:
Wonderful stuff. Thank you, Mr Kawadjan, and I look forward to more in this series.
I, too am drawn to the river much like the ocean to watch the flow of memories.
love the post dear but im glad you brought me to wwa, one hidden agenda, siam center, the alchemist, etc. i'm glad you didn't even dare suggest i go there. hahahaha! ;)
Talo ang Pasig! Tse!
happy!
BKK Dreamer: Thanks a lot! But... I really have no idea what to write next on this series. Shhh...
Was Once: How true.
Donita: I told you costumized ang tour ko for you. Kung di lang kita mahal, tse!
Lyka: I brought you to the river di va? Under the gaze of Wat Arun pa nga yun eh, nung first night nyo. Tse, tse, tse talaga ang gabi na yun, na-meet nyo pa si Bubbles.
Zenaid: Mismo!
ay....kainggit... ako iv never been out of luzon kabuset! sagada un pinakamalayo... pero nakakembot na ko sa lahat ng iskwater sa kalakhang maynila... hehehe!
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