Thursday 19 November 2015

Ayutthaya, Another Minor Disaster and The King and I: Thailand and Laos Part 12

Another Former Capital, a Hospital Visit and a Former Royal Residence

Thailand

Mentally prepared to reach Ayutthaya at 4.30, sleep on the rattly train from Ubon Ratchthani was elusive and we were up before the attendant came to wake us.

A Brief Visit to a Pleasant if Nameless Hotel

Arriving right on time, we stepped out into the warm night. Only the day before we had realised that our itinerary said we would be met at the station by our hotel's representative but it did not name the hotel nor give a local contact number. We were relieved to see a woman standing on the platform holding a piece of paper bearing our name.

She led us from the station past benches of rough sleepers. She may not quite have been a ‘representative’ but she did have a tuk-tuk, and we climbed dutifully into the back. Ayutthyaya tuk-tuks are green, have an idiosyncratic design and are, unsurprisingly known as 'kermit tuk-tuks’.

Kermit tuk-tuk, Photographed later in the day (obviously)

The city has only 55,000 inhabitants, but the length of the drive made it seem larger. Bowling along in the cool of the morning would have been pleasant, if we were not so tired and we were relieved when we eventually stopped outside what looked more a large house than a hotel. We were checked in by the night watchman who showed us not to a room but a suite which, even in our tired state, looked seriously impressive. After a cup of tea we resumed our interrupted sleep.

In the morning we discovered the hotel pool was only a few paces from our door and beyond that the waterway surrounding central Ayutthaya. Across it was a temple with an impressive prang.

View from beside the hotel pool, Ayutthaya

After a leisurely breakfast, Chart, our new guide arrived. He came with a driver and van into which we packed our bags before setting off with Chart in a Kermit tuk-tuk. We never discovered the name of the hotel - shame we would have recommended it.

Ayutthaya - A Little History

Ayutthaya was founded in 1351 by U Thong, later King Ramathibodi I, who was forced to leave his capital at Lopburi by an outbreak of smallpox. In following years, with the Khmer Empire in terminal decline and Sukhotthai weakening, he and his successors made Ayutthaya the new Thai capital and secured an empire with borders similar to modern Thailand.

Our day in Ayutthaya, Thailand's second capital, started in Ubon Ratchathani and ended in Kanchanaburi.
The map also shows Sukhothai, the first capital and Bangkok, the current capital

It was a city of rivers and canals (now mostly gone), many inhabitants living on boats. By 1700 Ayutthaya’s population was estimated to be over a million and its great wealth attracted foreign traders from China, Persia and the European powers. Each had their own ghetto and dock exporting rice, spices, timber and hides.

This golden age ended abruptly in 1767. After centuries of incursion and counter-incursions the Burmese finally sacked Ayutthaya, leaving it in ruins and transporting thousands of prisoners back to Myanmar. The city was abandoned, a new Thai dynasty arose and built their capital at Bangkok, 80km to the south.

Ayutthaya by Tuk-tuk

The Phra Noon Buddha

Our first stop was at the 16th century Phra Noon Buddha.

With our Kermit tuk-tuks at the Phra Noon Buddha, Ayutthaya

Built of brick covered with concrete he is 37m long and 8m high. From a distance the face looks uncharacteristically miserable....

The Phra Noon Buddha, Ayutthaya

… but on closer inspection that appears the consequence of centuries of weathering rather than the sculptor’s intention. As in Myanmar local people like to attach gold leaf to favoured images, here the authorities have attempted to protect the revered statue by providing a smaller replica which people are welcome to gild.

Head of the Phra Noon Buddha, with the smaller semi-gilded replica, Ayutthaya

There is little left of Wat Lokayasutharam, the temple behind.

Wat Lokayasutharam, Ayutthaya

The Chedi Phou Khao Thong

Kermit next took us to the Chedi Phou Khao Thong on the city’s edge. A 50m high Mon style chedi was built here in 1569 by the Burmese King Bayinnaung after one of his more successful incursions. It fell into disrepair and in the 18th century a Thai chedi was erected on the same foundations. Allegedly, visitors can climb to the first level, which gives views over the city, and visit the shrine inside. It appeared closed - perhaps for safety reasons, the structure has an alarming list to starboard.

Chedi Phou Khao Thong, Ayutthaya

If we had climbed the chedi I might have been able to get my bearings, but Ayutthaya remained a steadfastly confusing city. Amid the huge area of destroyed palaces and temples on the island are unexpected intrusions of modernity, a block here, two blocks there, while in the modern city, there are sudden outbreaks of antiquity, like this chedi at the end of a very modern dual carriageway.

King Naresuan the Great and an Outbreak of Roosters

Nearby is an equestrian statute of King Naresuan the Great. Born in Phitsanulok, near Sukhothai in 1555 he was taken hostage by Bayinnaung during his 1564 incursion to ensure his father's loyalty as a vassal monarch. Brought up in the Burmese court, Naresuan was schooled in the art of warfare and at the age of 16 was made viceroy of Phitsanulok. When Bayinnaung died in 1581 he seized his chance and by 1590 he had united the thrones of Sukhothai and Ayutthaya and ruled over a united and independent Siam until his death from smallpox in 1605.

Naresuan the Great, Ayutthaya

Naresuan was the subject of a three part biopic released between 2007 and 2011. The film included a well-known story that, when a hostage, he had wagered with his hosts/captors that if his fighting cock was victorious, then he would free Siam. The cock duly won. After the film, cockerels started appearing, first near the statue, but now throughout the city. No-one knows who started it, but anyone wishing to donate a bird can buy one in any temple or cockerel statue outlet (of which Ayutthaya has many).

Lynne among the chickens, Ayutthaya

Wat Phra Si Sanphet

We sped back into the centre - tuk-tuks do not really go fast, it just feels that way - to Wat Phra Si Sanphet. When U Thong founded the city he built himself a wooden palace. A century later one of his successors built a new palace a little to the north and constructed Wat Phra Si Sanphet (Temple of the Holy Splendid Omniscient) on the old palace site. It was comprehensively destroyed by the Burmese in 1767. and King Rama I, the founder of Thailand’s present ruling dynasty, used many of the bricks to build his new capital in Bangkok…

Destroyed statue, Wat Phra Si Sanphet, Ayutthaya

...though the three main chedis have been restored.

Wat Phra Si Sanphet, Ayutthaya

In the surrounding park a model of the vanished royal palace was on display despite being only half finished. Three young men were working on it, one of them painting plastic trees green; a strange job but someone has to do it.

Painting trees, the old royal palace, Ayutthaya

Sugar Rotis

We said goodbye to Kermit at the market. Among with the usual array of dried fish, fruit, and vegetables were sugar roti stalls, an Ayutthaya speciality. They start as regular rotis, though dyed unnatural colours, the maker smearing the wet mixture onto the hotplate with her right hand and flipping it with the spatula in her left...

Making roti, Ayutthaya market

... then you buy some spun sugar - a rainbow of colours are available - wrap the sugar in he roti and transform an India breakfast savoury into a sweet snack. It should not work but the soft/crunchy, sweet/savoury combination is strangely moreish.

Spun sugar, Ayutthaya market

Round Central Ayutthaya by Boat

Leaving the market we descended to a jetty to embark on a circumnavigation of the island along the Lopburi, Chao Phraya and Pasak Rivers - and bit of interconnecting canal.

The Pasak is a serious working river and the trains of huge slow moving barges looked intimidating from our small boat.

Tug hauling barges on the Pasak River

On our journey we saw hospitals and factories, temples old.....

Old temple, Ayutthaya

...and new...

Modern temple, Ayutthaya

...and the original (or more probably restored) Portuguese church from the great days of Ayutthaya.

Portuguese Church, Ayutthaya

As we disembarked, our driver reappeared and drove us in the van to Chart’s chosen restaurant. The menu could have been Lao, but the air-conditioning and eye-watering prices reminded us where we were - actually, Thailand is cheap by European standards but when you have just arrived from Laos….

One Temple too Many and a Trip to A&E (or the ER for American readers)

After lunch Chart suggested we visit one final temple, the 14th century Wat Phra Mahathat, the Temple of the Great Relic. In the heart of the old town, it was not spared the destruction of 1767, but a prang has survived....

Prang, Wat Phra Mahathat, Ayutthaya

... and a Buddha's head peers out from between tree roots, allegedly the most photographed object in Ayutthaya (so why should I ignore it?)

Head in the roots, Wat Phra Mahathat, Ayutthaya

We had climbed a small flight of brick steps to a ruined chapel when, without warning, it started raining. From this exposed spot (the chapel roof having disappeared 250 years ago) we hurried for the small flight of brick stairs to the sheltering trees below.

Along with several others I followed Chart down before turning in time to see Lynne diving over the side of the steps.

Ruined chapel, Wat Phra Mahathat, Ayutthaya

After an elegant plummet she landed well on the packed-earth floor, rolling to absorb the shock but as she rolled her forehead struck the concrete surround of a small tree with an unpleasant thunk.

Chart and I rushed to help as a crimson tide surged down her face. Lynne could see the blood, but was otherwise unhurt and far more concerned about her glasses.

By the time we had located them, thankfully, undamaged, Lynne was on her feet and surrounded by locals, tourists and security guards all offering water to wash the wound and tissues to staunch the flow. The quantity of help offered was overwhelming. I was wiping away blood when a Germanic voice behind me ordered ‘stop wiping it, put pressure on the wound.' The tone irritated me but I was too busy to explain that I had not yet found the wound so I had to keep wiping away the blood to locate its source. He was only trying to help, though.

The rain stopped as suddenly and mysteriously as it had started.

I had just found the wound when a Japanese tourist bustled up carrying a comprehensive first aid kit, produced a large adhesive pad and stuck it on Lynne's head. Applying pressure to the pad stopped the blood, though Lynne’s t-shirt looked like it had starred in a Sam Peckinpah western.

Thanking her, and everybody else, we marched Lynne back to the entrance through a growing crowd of concerned onlookers. Once in the van Chart gave directions to the nearest private hospital and ten minutes later we drove into the ambulance entrance, a wheelchair appeared and Lynne was whisked into the treatment room.

A young nurse ran through some relevant questions in remarkably good English, shaved hair from around the wound and sent me away. I think we probably jumped a queue, but I was not paying attention to that and really did not care. Lynne says a doctor arrived quickly, local anaesthetic was injected and three stitches inserted.

Lynne later that evening, stitched but unbowed and tougher than she looks

By the time she emerged with an elaborate dressing on her head I was at cashier’s paying the £45 bill. We were impressed by the hospital and the treatment and grateful we were in relatively wealthy Thailand rather than Laos where two days earlier we had passed a grubby, poverty stricken hospital and commented that we would not fancy going there in an emergency.

Bang Pa-In, a Former Royal Retreat

Our plan had been to next drive 20 km downstream to visit Bang Pa-In and then make the two and a half hour journey to Kanchanaburi. I assumed this would change, but Lynne insisted she was fine and Chart thought we still had sufficient time.

A popular retreat for the kings of Ayutthaya, the first palace was built at Bang Pa-In, in the 17th century.

It was abandoned with the fall of Ayutthaya but in the mid nineteenth century steamboats brought Pa-In into easy travelling distance of Bangkok and King Mongkut (Rama IV) built a modest palace here. The current buildings are the work of his son King Chulalongkorn (Rama V) who reigned from 1868 to 1910.

King Mongkut and Prince Chulalongkorn, Unknown photographer, sourced from Wikipedia

Anna Leonowens and the 'King and I'

Mongkut had been a monk for 27 years before succeeding his brother but prior to that had travelled and studied widely. Deciding his many wives and children required educating in the ways of the west he sought advice from the British consul in Singapore and appointed Mrs Anna Leonowens, a widow living in Penang, as governess.

The Indian born daughter of a British army sergeant and an Anglo-Indian mother, Leonowens’ life reads like a picaresque novel. Her 1870 memoir The English Governess at the Siamese Court was fictionalised in 1944 as Anna and the King of Siam and in 1951 Rogers and Hammerstein turned that into The King and I. Leonowens was an embellisher of stories, if not a downright lier, and her memoirs caused some offence, while the 1956 multi-Oscar winning film musical remains banned in Thailand. The current King Bhumibol (Rama IX) [Update: he died in October 2016 and was succeeded by his son, Rama X] watched it when visiting the USA in 1960 and complained that his great-grandfather was not a ‘polka dancing despot’ but ‘really quite a mild and nice man.’ The Thai ambassador to the US took exception to ‘its ethno-centric attitude and its barely hidden insult on the whole Siamese nation as childish and inferior to the Westerners.’ I can see his point.

Anna Leonowens, 1905 portrait by Robert Harris, sourced from Wikipedia

That said, Leonowens nurtured Chulalongkorn’s fascination with all things European. We crossed the remarkable bridge to the curiously Romano-French Varobas Bimarn (The Excellent and Shining Heavenly Abode). Here we removed our shoes and Lynne donned a traditional Thai skirt - a strange outfit for trailing round room after room of reproduction Louis XV furniture. Only the throne room was in Thai style.

Lynne in a clean shirt with her hat pulled down low on Chulalongkorn's 'classical' bridge with Varobas Bimarn in the background

Aisawan Thiphya-art (The Divine Seat of Personal Freedom) is Pa-In’s only purely Thai architecture.

Aisawan Thiphya-art (The Divine Seat of Personal Freedom), Pa-In

Beyond Rama V’s garden house….

Garden House, Pa-In

…we reached Uthayan Phumisathian (The Garden of the Secured Land). While admiring the topiary elephants we were heard a thump-thumping and turned to see a column of sweaty soldiers, jogging past perfectly in step.

Uthayan Phumisathian (The Garden of the Secured Land), Pa-In

Behind the garden, the Sage’s Lookout Tower has a style all of its own. Chulalongkorn used it to survey his palaces and their grounds.

Ho Withun Thasana (The Sage's Lookout Tower) Pa-In

The Palace of Heavenly Light was a present to the king in 1889 from Bangkok’s Chinese chamber of commerce. Chinese inside and out - all the contents were imported from China - we had time only for a quick look round but the ebony and red lacquer interior was worth seeing.

The Palace of Heavenly Light, Pa-In

From the palace we crossed a branch of the river to a Buddhist monastery, again of idiosyncratic design. We were pulled over the water in a transporter powered by a gang of monks.

The transporter over to the monastery, Pa-In

The remarkable temple feels deeply weird. Although unimpressed by western religion, Chulalongkorn admired western religious architecture.

Buddhist Temple (yes, really) Pa-In

From outside the temple mimics a church and even inside the triptych pseudo-altarpiece echoes Christian decoration, but the symbolism is entirely Buddhist.

Inside the Buddhist Temple, Pa-In

To Kanchanaburi and a Regrettable Green Curry

The light was fading as we left Pa-In. Driving in the dark in Thailand is not for the fainthearted, but braving animals, cyclists and unlit vehicles our driver brought us safely to Kanchanaburi where we checked in to the sort of a resort hotel I prefer to avoid.

At the outdoor restaurant I ordered Thai green curry and was given a concerned look followed by 'you can eat spicy food?' Despite my emphatic ‘yes’ the dish that arrived was uncompromisingly bland. A green curry without chillies is like a night without wolves as The Count used to say on Sesame Street.

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Wednesday 18 November 2015

Champasak, Wat Phou and then back to Thailand; Thailand and Laos Part 11

An Impressive UNESCO World Heritage Site and Some Pleasant Lazing

17/11/2015

Morning in Champasak
Laos

Our Champasak hotel, with the same name and management as the hotel in Thakhek, consisted of a bar/restaurant on the main street with accommodation in a single storey block in the courtyard behind. Our comfortable room had a feature that was new to us; the shower, accessed through a door at the end of the bathroom, was surrounded by a high concrete wall to discourage exhibitionists, but had only the blue sky above. Open air showering is a delightful experience.

Inthira Hotel, Champasak

In the morning Lynne opened the shutters on the bedroom window and a gecko dropped onto the top of her head. I am not sure who was most surprised, but neither party came to any harm.

Ging had suggested we leave at eight so we had breakfast at seven, choosing the same pavement table where we had eaten dinner. Even this early sitting in direct sunshine proved uncomfortably hot and we soon moved inside. While eating we watched the children of the town walking or cycling past on their way to school.

On the 17th we visited Wat Phou, just outside Champasak, on 18th we drove to Ubon Ratchathani in Thailand
along the southern red 'worm'

Ging and the driver arrived on time from Pakse and we set off for Wat Phou.

Wat Phou, a UNESCO World Heritage Site

Wat Phou (7km from the Mekong and about the same distance from Champasak) is a UNESCO world heritage site. It was originally a Hindu temple built in the 5th century at the base of Lingaparvata Mountain, a hill with a natural lingam on the summit and thus, obviously, the home of Lord Shiva. The excitement of 5th century man when he discovered a hill with a willy on top can only be imagined, but sadly the organ was lurking in the haze, so I have no photograph.

The area later came under the control of the Khmer Empire based in Angkor and the surviving buildings are mostly 11th century Khmer. When the Khmer Empire converted to Theravada Buddhism so did the temple, which remains an active shrine.

We reached the site after a short journey through farmland dotted with hamlets and temples. Apart from the hills and an artificial lake (the last survivor of several) there is little to see from the entrance where the museum concentrates on artefacts showing the transition from Hinduism to Buddhism.

The Royal Road up to Wat Phou

Leaving the air-conditioned museum, a buggy took us round the lake to the start of the ‘Royal Road’ an avenue leading to the temple and the cliff beyond, once the holiest part of the complex.

The Royal Road up to Wat Phou

The North and South Palaces, a Buddhist Shrine and a Nandi Temple

Along the avenue and up the first set of steps are the North and South Palaces lying on either side of the path. Built of laterite in traditional Khmer style, both are currently closed for stabilisation work.

The North Palace, Wat Phou

The avenue continues....

Lynne and Ging continue up the next section of the avenue

....up to the next level to a modern Buddhist shrine and the remains of a small Nandi temple. A stall here sold candles, flowers and other offerings and we bought a good luck charm, destined to become a Buddhist Christmas tree ornament.

Remains of the Nandi Temple and a small Buddhist shrine, Wat Phou

Khmer temples were traditionally built on an east-west axis, which was easy enough in the plains of Cambodia, but the lie of the land here means Wat Phou is 8° off, which may be religiously imperfect, but at least meant photographs did not have to be taken straight into the morning sun.

Looking back down the Royal Road to the reservoir from the first level

The path beyond was in poor condition and the steps worse and required care. The approach was fully exposed to the sun and it was already immensely hot. Ging's suggestion that we set off so early for what was our only visit of the day was well justified.

The next section of the path was in poor condition, Wat Phou

The Main Buddhist Shrine

At the top is the main Buddhist sanctuary. The doorway and carvings on the lintel are ancient….

Sanctuary, Wat Phou

;….while the Buddha image inside is modern. The sanctuary is still in use.

Modern Buddha image, Sanctuary, Wat Phou

The Oldest Part of the Temple

From here we climbed to the base of the cliff, the oldest part of the temple where water from a spring is channelled to fall over a Shiva lingam.

Lynne cools off in the spring water channelled over a Shiva lingam, Wat Phou

There are several carvings along and around the base of the cliff, including a Buddha footprint, which appears to be modern, …..

Buddha footprint, Wat Phou

…an elephant of great antiquity….

Ancient elephant carving Wat Phou

…. and a mysterious carving, reputedly of a crocodile (though I struggle with this), which is definitely pre-Angkorian and may have been the site of human sacrifices. All sources say this – and all include the crucial ‘may’.

Crocodile carving, Wat Phou

From here the view over the temple complex, the reservoir and the plain, with the silver strip of the Mekong in the distance was spectacular….

Looking over the Wat Phou complex with the Mekong in the distance

…as was the view of the well shaded route back down. Ging had gone ahead and we found him in the shade of a shrine with some under-ripe mangoes and a pot of chilli sauce. He invited us to join him. On its own the mango was not particularly pleasant, but loaded down with the sauce, the spiciness and acidity worked together wonderfully. He kept advising us to use less chilli sauce, not because there was any shortage, but because it is well known that all Westerners fear chillies. He soon learned otherwise, which took us up a notch in his estimation. [We were reacquainted with the combination in Munnar in Southern India in March 2016. We also discovered that chilli does nothing for fully ripe pineapple]

The shaded route down, Wat Phou

Idling pleasantly in Champasak

Back in Champasak we said a final goodbye to Ging, who returned to Pakse. It was coffee time but cold drinks felt more appropriate and as we drank our elevenses we watched the children of the town walking or cycling past on their way home from school.

Afterwards we took a stroll through the heat to look at a couple of local temples and visit a small general store. My new shoes, bought at Thakhek after the Kong Lor incident, were rubbing and I needed plasters. They were sold by the individual plaster and as I needed two to encircle a toe, I bought eight which the shopkeeper clearly thought an immense extravagance.

Temple, Champasak

We had the hotel restaurant to ourselves for lunch; beef pad thai (me) and bruschetta with tomato, basil and onion for Lynne. We were impressed, any Lao cook should produce a good pad thai, but I have seen far less convincing attempts at Italian food considerably closer to Italy. While we ate we watched the children of the town walking or cycling past on their way back to school

We relaxed for a while in the shade by the river, thankful for the good fortune that had brought us to such a beautiful place. Then we went for an amble around town.

Relaxing beside the Mekong

The Kingdom of Champasak established its independence from Vientiane in 1713 and ruled southern Laos and chunks of what is now Thailand and Cambodia with varying degrees of autonomy until 1946 when the French merged the Kingdoms of Luang Prabang, Vientiane and Champasak to create the Kingdom of Laos.

Its former capital is now, according to Wikipedia, ‘very small, consisting mostly of guesthouses along the riverbank.’ There is a little (very little) more to it than this, along the main road 100m back from the river.

We walked that way past the hospital, a grubby, broken down looking place that we would rather avoid, even in an emergency.

Near the junction with the main road was a duck farm, the residents becoming very excited when they saw us.

Duck Farm, Champasak

The school was on the main road, a two storey building from which more childish noise was issuing than I thought appropriate for lesson time. The upper storey windows were barred, which prevents kids from falling out, but we hoped there was a contingency plan in the event of fire.

There was little else on the main road and it was unshaded and unbelievably hot so we returned to the road by the river. It does indeed have many guesthouses though none seemed to open to non-residents so we would dine at our hotel again tonight, which was fine, but a change might have been good.

Apart from the guesthouses there are a number of French colonial mansions, one of them built for the ex-king of Champasak. I cannot be sure it was the one in the picture below, a nice house spoiled by the ridiculously overlarge portico, though the garden was spectacular.

Colonial Mansion, Champasak

We arrived back at beer o’clock (though Lynne had a coffee). As we drank we watched the children of the town walking or cycling past on their way home from school. If they had noticed us, and there was no reason why they should, they might have thought we had sat there all day.

Later Lynne ate pad thai chicken and I had pork and ginger, though for once no school children passed by.

18-Nov-2015

We wiled away the next morning in similar fashion, sitting by the river and writing diaries or blogs. The Mekong flowed steadily, we saw a couple of people fishing and a ferry working its way slowly across, but largely all was quiet. An upright reed floated past and we speculated as to whether there was a spy below it breathing through the stem – it used to happen regularly in stories in our childhood.

We lunched on pork laab with parsley and mint, long beans and lettuce and as it was our last meal in Laos followed it with caramelised pineapple with coconut cream – just my sort of thing.

Another of Champasak's French colonial mansions

Back to Thailand

In the afternoon a new guide and driver turned up to take us to Thailand. We were sorry to be leaving Laos, we know few places so relaxed and friendly.

We drove north along the Mekong as far as Pakse, then turned west towards the Chong Mek border crossing. Leaving the van we crossed on foot while the driver endured his own formalities. We spent the last of our kip on a big bag of Bolaven Coffee to take home and some taro crisps to eat on the train.

The border crossing was quiet and took only minutes. Soon we were back on the road, though now driving on the left, heading for Ubon Ratchathani.

Thailand

By Train from Ubon Ratchathani to Ayutthaya

When you have a first class ticket on Thai railways they certainly look after you. As soon as we reached Ubon Ratchathani railway station we were escorted to the first class waiting room and plied with tea, coffee and cake. At the appointed time they led the twenty of us, largely Thais as few tourists find their way here, to the train and showed us to our compartments. Diminutive Thai girls struggled to manhandle our cases, but offers of help were not welcome, first class passengers should not lift their own luggage, even if physically better equipped to do so.

Unusually it was a two berth compartment. This gave privacy, but at half the size of a four berth it felt cramped, and the lower bunk was too low to sit comfortably. We left on time, as darkness fell, so there was nothing to look at. A cheerful women brought a multilingual menu and late returned for an order. The cabbage and tofu soup, duck curry with plums and chicken with cashews were very good. We drank orange juice - Thai railways are sternly dry.

First class sleeping compartment, Thai Railways

We read for a while then a flunky arrived and made up our beds - you usually have to do that for yourself. Our arrival in Ayutthaya was scheduled for 4.30 so we retired to bed.

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