Chinatown and Wat Traimit

The great thing about the location of our hotel is how close it was to the ferries. You had options of taking the tourist ferry, a hop on hop off ferry that would let you sit comfortably as you traversed the river to the various stops. The guides on the ferries would also tell you what stops were coming up, and the attractions that were there.

The other option was to take what I call the sardine ferry; the one that everyday commuters and tourists would take, for only 15 Baht, which is about $.61 Canadian. Not bad for trekking you a long distance.

Chinatown in Bangkok is much bigger than what we have here. It's a wonderful eclectic collection of tons of stalls, aka tourist traps and, according to the undercover police we talked to at the ferry terminal, a haven for pickpockets, and everyday storefronts.

This sign just tickled my funny bone. Because what are modern shoes?

A, in front of a very non-Chinese store.

Typical traffic in the area.

As we walked, we found ourselves at

We paid our admission fee, and also rented a little shawl for A, because her shoulders were bare. You have to dress modestly to go into the temples. I thought I was smart for a change, I was wearing a little dress with capped sleeves. We had also found out the hard way that I didn't need to wear full on shoes to go into a temple, you can wear sandals and no one minds.

This was as close as I got to seeing the Buddha. I was escorted out shortly after I got in, because my dress was apparently too short. (?!) My dress was barely above my knees, but that wasn't good enough. What irked me was the guy in the muscle shirt was allowed to stay. 

Fine, I'll just take photos from the outside then.

I still got to enjoy the view from the top deck

and admire the architecture from the outside.

We had to stop for some food of course

puffs filled with bean paste

and admire some of the food creations

As we were walking back towards the metro, I saw this.