I’m sure if you’ve been living in Bangkok or even visited, you would be familiar with Bangkok’s awesome mass transit systemm, the BTS Sky train and the MRT or subway.
They sure are convenient for many. Certainly makes my life a lot easier since I don’t drive (because I don’t want to, I mean, why would I want to be stuck in Bangkok traffic, right?).
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I never see Trat as any more than a hop off point to Koh Chang National Park islands (and a place we got stuck in with absolutely nothing to do for an extra night because we didn’t buy our return tickets in advanced). But to my surprise, there are so much more to Trat than that. I was able to experience a piece of Trat in ways I never know before, and I have to tell you that the province is, indeed, a treasure trove of eco and cultural tourism waiting to be discovered.
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Wat Chakrawat is a two-century-old temple tucked away in crowded grounds next to a big parking lot near Chinatown. From the outside, it looks like another temple in Bangkok. Wat Chakrawat has an unusual nickname, however. It’s called ‘The Crocodile Temple’ due to its unique permanent resident.
For the lucky visitors, they will visit on the days the monks clean the crocodile pit. That would make for some dynamic pictures indeed. Alas, as my luck would have it, I happened to be there on a really, really, really, excruciatingly quiet day. I mean, even the crocs looked bored.
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“When you finally accept that it’s OK not to have answers and it’s OK not to be perfect,
you realize that feeling confused is a normal part of what it is to be a human being.”
– Winona Ryder
We all have a voice in the back of our heads that tries to drive us crazy. The things this ‘inner critic’ say to us is ruthless. Nothing we do is ever good enough and nothing we’re trying to do will ever amount to much, according to this inner critic, we are perpetual failures
. We will never be perfect, according to this ‘voice’ we hear in our heads. But where does this ‘voice’ come from and what is this about being ‘perfect’ anyway? Between perfect and work in progress, which one is better?
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