Colored glass, mirrors and gold leaf sparkled high into the sky, and jasmine, incense and candle wax scented the air as we were told the stories of the ancient kings. Tales with carvings of demons and monkeys in the forest transporting temples on their backs connected everything with a common flare. Kingdoms rose and fell under the supervision of Buddhism. And history was painted on the walls in over 400 frame-less murals for all to see, know and to understand. This was the tale of the Royal Palace and all its inhabitants. The temple containing the coveted Emerald Buddha was filled with riches and treasures beyond wonder. With all this in the physical life, how does one seek the enlightenment of nothingness on the way to nirvana?
Our last hours in Bangkok were full of exhaust and frustration as a graduation ceremony crowded the streets. After endless traffic another gem store was presented, that was never on the itinerary, so our guide could take a stab a some well needed commission. We made it to the airport feeling slightly used and irritated with our tardiness so near to our flight to Chaing Mai. Because of our guide's attempt to make a few baht, we had to deal with much unnecessary traffic and empty bellies. It seemed like the first boarding call was made just after we finished checking our bags. The chaos continued once we arrived with a room preserved in cigarette smoke. After changing rooms, we gave up after the air conditioner and three walls of electric circuit was blown. We needed food, and to get out the tourist spot light for a while. On the way to the night Bazaar, we found a cafe that reminded us of Denny's back home. The whole day was saved when lattes done perfectly were delivered to the table followed by big burgers and greasy fries. Finally, a sense of homestyle comfort.