Black magic. Potion. Mangkukulams. Barangs---
Siquijor has long been stereotyped as mystical. But after twenty four hours of "demystifying" this island, I learned that The Island of Fire is far from its typecast. If anything, it is bewitching (the fascinating kind.) Too bewitching that it makes tourists do crazy poses ;-)
Phnom Penh can shock you. Somewhat like a bipolar, one minute it peeps out a chaotic urban feel; next, it would take you to its relaxing laid-back lifestyle. One minute it lets you meet friendly people, and the following minute it would let you stumble across money-grubbing people from hell.
We hopped out of the bus, after surviving seven hours of bus ride from Ho Chi Minh City. The environment was frantic, the bus stop was nowhere to be found. We were in the middle of a market-like place, surrounded by Cambodian tuk-tuk drivers hounding us for their services. The sun was up and everyone was ironically wearing long-sleeves, gold bling blings, and slacks. Near the area were more Cambodians hopping in and out of packed vans and pick-ups with their oversized bags. Vendors selling crickets and other unidentified exotic snacks were roaming the streets. It was Quiapo and Divisoria rolled into one.
Bangkok, Thailand is famous for its grand temples. Whether you're new to Buddhism and Thailand's elaborate architecture or not, I gotta say that a trip to its wats is among the list of must-do activities when you're traveling (and taking a break from shopping-- more on this later) in Bangkok. One of my favorite wats is the Wat Phra Chettuphon Wimon Mangkhlaram Ratchaworamahawihan (Whew! That was a mouthful!) located in Phra Nakhon district. To make things easier, tourists call it Wat Pho for short.
Twenty minutes before 12noon.
Bikers in their long whites pedaled their way to the temple. There was a long line of worshippers sitting by the entrance, with their bare feet on the floor, and hands clasped into a prayer. They were quiet, as if they were anticipating for something. There were a handful of teens; a lot of old men resembled Confucius. An old man differently dressed in yellow, glared into an abyss outside.
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