A Year in Bangkok – Why Are We Flooded?

16 11 2011

My first real experience of Thailand was 2004 when disaster hit in the shape of the tsunami. Moving here in 2005, I quickly became aware of the many problems in the education system. Then in 2006 there was the military coup. By 2007 I was fully aware of the rampant corruption. In 2008 the yellow shirts occupied the airports then, in 2010 we almost reached a civil war between red and yellow shirts. Now we have the floods and I have come to realise that the average Thai must be as resilient and flexible as my mother’s old handbag.

Watch out for snakes in the water.

Of course, added to the flood issue is the danger of snakes and crocodiles in the water, infection and just the sheer filth of it. Amazingly, there are even fish swimming around in it. On the English language news the other morning the newsreader said: “Residents in northern Bangkok are terrified of the large number of escaped crocodiles in the flood water. Authorities are trying to recapture them but meanwhile they have armed themselves with swords and sticks.” I’d have thought those big mouths and teeth were enough! So when are we going to enjoy some peace and a little prosperity?

The school I work at has got wet!

Loy Kratong, my favourite festival here, was cancelled in many places. That’s when people pay respect to the Goddess of the Water showing gratitude for their plentiful use of water and ask for forgiveness for the ensuing pollution. Well, there is plenty of water to be thankful for – hundreds of millions of cubic metres more of it than we want really. Because my area hasn’t yet been flooded, we still celebrated Loy Kratong. Maybe the Goddess has actually put a curse on Thailand.

Loy Kratong

Now, I don’t want to be harsh but it does seem as though Thailand has, yet again, been let down by its leaders whose main concern seems to be bringing the de facto leader back to the country without him having to face jail for his crimes. The people who desperately need help with evacuation, food, medical supplies and so on take second place to the needs of the rich industrialists who have businesses here. Misinformation is rife. There are allegations of serious corruption. For example, the government-supplied flood relief packs are allegedly seriously over-priced. Further, the two companies providing them to the government allegedly have the same telephone number. And the owner of one of those companies allegedly has the same name as a senior member of the government.

My engine is a little damp.

We have a young and totally inexperienced prime minister in charge of this country of over 60 million souls. That is the farce of this version of democracy, supported of course by the UK and US. The task she faces is monumental, one which seriously experienced politicians would struggle with. There are allegations here of serious incompetence. Allegations have been made that the reservoirs which are normally emptied to take the excessive monsoon waters remained full. I don’t know if that is true or not but you have to question why a country which receives massive rainfall every monsoon season is suddenly overwhelmed by it.

Inside a friend's house.

Then there is tourism and yet another downturn – this time caused by western governments advising their citizens not to come here. Why not? Most of the places tourists go to are nowhere near the floods. Krabi, Phuket, Koh Chang, Samui, Central Bangkok, Hua Hin, Pattaya, Chiang Mai, Kanchanaburi are all as normal and open for business. Contrary to some reports in the west, Bangkok’s international airport is NOT closed and hasn’t been closed by the floods. The chances of that happening are almost nil. So please don’t cancel your holidays, you really don’t need to.

At least the pets are dry.

We did our bit for tourism the other day and went to one of the islands for lunch. It was lovely, even though we were surrounded by water. Of course, that water was clean, a beautiful blue colour and smelt good. After lunch, we sat on a pier built by King Rama V and watched shoals of fish swimming in the water. Not a crocodile in sight!

"Hello.......anybody home? Don't worry, I'm unarmed."


A Year in Bangkok – Wat Saket, the Temple of the Golden Mount

26 11 2010

The stupa, wrapped in a sacred red cloth.

From the nearest canal boat pier to me, you can get to Pratunam in the city centre and there you can pick up another boat to Saphan Panfah which is near Khao San Road. A short walk from that pier is a lovely temple called Wat Saket. This one is even worth visiting when you get ‘templed out’, something which can happen very quickly with me. It is also known as the Temple of the Golden Mount and, at one time, was Bangkok’s best viewpoint. I think it is still one of the best. The mount is man-made and was started between 1840 and 1842, under the reign of King Rama III. It was abandoned when the structure started to give way and was eventually completed by King Rama IV (I don’t know the exact completion date as all of the history books I have seen omit this salient fact) who put a stupa and an enclosed gallery around it at the top. However, they weren’t finished until the next reign, that of King Rama V and, again, no exact dates seem to be available.

The outer edge of the fair.

A stupa, or chedi as it is called in Thailand, is essentially a ‘mound like structure containing Buddhist relics’. They date back to the time of the Buddha whose ashes were divided and buried under eight stupas with two further stupas encasing the urn and the embers. Each country in this region seems to have developed its own style of stupa but the golden mount does not have the usual design for Thailand. The Buddha relic in this stupa was given to the king of Thailand by the British.

Climbing the mount.

The hill, or mount, represents the replica on earth of Mount Meru which is a sacred mountain in Hindu, Buddhist and Jain mythology and is believed to be the centre of all the physical, metaphysical and spiritual universes.   Mount Meru is believed to be eighty thousand vojanas tall. The exact measure of the yojana is uncertain. Some accounts put it at about twenty four thousand feet, or approximately four and a half miles, but other accounts put it at about seven to nine miles. It also descends beneath the surface of the surrounding waters to a depth of eighty thousand vojanas, where it is thought to be founded upon the basal layer of Earth. Meru (which is sometimes called Sumeru just to confuse us) is often used as a simile for both size and stability in Buddhist texts. Mount Meru is said to be shaped like an hourglass, with a top and base of eighty thousand vojanas square, but narrowing in the middle (presumably at a height of forty thousand vojanas) to twenty thousand vojanas square. It is believed to be the polar center of a mandala-like complex of seas and mountains. The square base of Mount Meru is surrounded by a square moat-like ocean, which is in turn surrounded by a ring (or rather square) wall of mountains, which is in turn surrounded by a sea, each diminishing in width and height from the one closer to Meru. There are seven seas and seven surrounding mountain-walls, until one comes to the vast outer sea which forms most of the surface of the world, in which the known continents are merely small islands. The known world, which is located on the continent of Jambudvipa, is directly south of Meru. And the miracle is that I can tell you all that without ever having read a Terry Pratchet book.

Old fashioned chicken stall.

Anyway, the top of the mount really is a good viewpoint and you only have to climb three hundred and eighteen steps to get up there. For me with my long legs, it was even less: just one hundred and fifty nine as I took the small steps two at a time.  As recently as the 1960’s, it was one of Bangkok’s highest points. Inevitably, I suppose, the city is now full of skyscrapers and, as I write this, yet another ‘tallest building’ has been given the go ahead – something my non-technical mind finds quite scary in this sinking city.

One view from the top.

The temple itself is the location for an important annual fair in November, finishing on Loy Kratong Day. I think it is a lovely place but that hasn’t always been the case. For instance, in 1897, a guy called Sommerville in his book ‘Siam on the Meinam from Gulf to Ayuthia’ described it as “one of the most offensive and horrible sights of Bangkok”. Apparently it was then used as a cremation ground for the poor and the destitute and Somerville was referring to the ashes of the human remains floating around, dogs chewing the bones, vultures in the trees and the corpses of prisoners that had been dumped there. Of this, he wrote: “One of the custodians quickly raised the body of the prisoner up in the box and with a sharp knife cut a number of strips of flesh from the arms and thighs and callously threw piece after piece to the more greedy birds, who eagerly crowded around”.

Reclining Buddha at the top, guess he was knackered after the climb up!

About a quarter of a century earlier though, another guy (Frank Vincent in ‘The Land of the White Elephant’) said of the view from here: “The general appearance of Bangkok is that of a large, primitive village, situated in and mostly concealed by a virgin forest of almost impenetrable density”.  It must have been a lovely sight and is still definitely worth seeing.

All the fun of the fair!

The November temple fair is the biggest temple fair I have been to and all of the surrounding streets are taken over by it. It lasts for eight days and includes a daily candle lit procession up the mount. On the first day, a sacred red cloth is paraded round the base of the mount and then wrapped around the stupa. Rides, side-shows, market stalls, food stalls and more abound. I love these Thai fairs as they remind me of travelling funfairs back home when I was a boy but I’m pleased that I now seem to be old enough to resist going in to the freak show.

Making a sweet pastry that looks like a rolled up net, traditionally from the southern part of Thailand,

Anywhere in the world, food is usually an important part of a festival or a day out and Thailand is certainly no exception to that. The range of food stalls here is mind-blowing including many old fashioned ones which you won’t normally see any more. If you only ever go to one temple fair in Thailand, you should try and make this the one.

Discussing herbs at the outdoor massage stall.

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