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| Reclining Buddha |
Meeting an interesting Indian and British guy at breakfast the next day, we followed the directions that they gave us to the Grand Palace. Almost five hours, a stroll through Chinatown, a giant swing, numerous temples and a huge water bottle later, we arrived. What should have taken us less than an hour took almost five with all the wrong turns and detours we made. And it had closed twenty minutes earlier. At least on the way, we had stopped at Wat Pho, a temple famous for its’ reclining Buddha. Ready to be done with Thailand, we impatiently awaited our flight to Yangon, Myanmar.
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