Monks

It’s my second time in Bangkok (first time was back in 2006). The first thing that hits you is the smell. Vehicle exhaust, sewage, cooking meat, sweating bodies, fermenting fruit… a cacophony of odours. And the monks. I never get tired of the monks.

Surprisingly, it’s much harder to eat vegetarian here than I expected. You’d think in a Buddhist country, meat would be the exception. At a bar one night, a friend’s coworker (who is Thai) asked me why I don’t eat meat. I half-jokingly said “Because I’m Buddhist.” (Which is partially true. My mostly vegetarianism includes a few other reasons). The Thai girl laughed, as if I’d said something nonsensical. “I’m Buddhist too!” she said. “I eat meat.”

Such is the mashup that is Thailand.

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