After Bangkok, which neither Jackie nor I liked (too flashy and trashy), our first stop was Chiang Mai, the largest city in the north of Thailand. People come there for treks and courses in cooking, meditation, massage, etc. It's a cute city, except for all the bars that obviously cater to Western men (if the scores of scantily clad Thai women who inhabit them are anything to go by. Jackie and I felt certain if we entered these establishments we'd be in trouble). Unfortunately, I don't have any pictures of that part of town. But here are far more wholesome pics from a festival at one of the city's many wats, or Buddhist temples.
People place flowers in baskets.
A woman prays at the festival.
A Thai dancer at the same festival.
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
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