At Wat Pho, there were a number of locals paying their respects to Buddha. In a wonderfully elaborate ceremony, they were dropping coins in 108 buckets in honour of Buddha and the auspicious number of 108. I was delighted. The noise in the Temple was so loud, the coins were clanging every time another one was dropped. So Jason bought me a bucket of coins and I joined the queue and set off dropping my coins. I was trying to be exceptionally polite and not make any mistakes in this delightful ritual, when low and behold a small child cut in front of me! She was in the processed of being duly instructed by her mother on how to put the coins in the buckets. Granted they were speaking Thai (and I don't), but my luck had struck, and her mother (unknowingly) became my teacher as well!
The man behind me was well versed in this ritual and therefor had no patience for either myself or the child! But we had a good time anyway!
The man behind me was well versed in this ritual and therefor had no patience for either myself or the child! But we had a good time anyway!
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