Well, that was fun. Four nights in Bangalamphu, the old aristocratic area and still pretty old-fashioned. I stayed in my usual guesthouse, with a view over a pretty Wat, with lots of trees, and monks’ quarters (I think) built in traditional Thai style. The street’s only a block away from Khao San Road, so a haven for backpackers.
It was really good to get away from Singapore and my usual routine for a while, with no particular need to get anything done.
Some impressions and things that flashed past:
- the crowds of holidaying ‘individuals’, with their pattern-book tattoos…
- the American looking for shoulders to bump so he could call out the other guy…
- the tattooed German girl who asks the time, then offers a rose accompanied by insults…
- winter migrants, fleeing the European winter to live in Goa…
- so many Chinese tourists!
- the crusties winning ‘moral superiority’ by drinking on the steps with local beggars…
- Thai waiters scouring the alleyways on mopeds, searching for the guy who’d jumped his bar bill..
- the women from Chiang Mai working dawn to midnight, peddling ‘authentic’ tribal gewgaws they ‘made themselves’…
- drinking beer with Koreans who spoke next to no English, and with an Irish reiki master…
- cries of fear in the small hours from new arrivals who’d stirred up the street dogs…
Also, due to the change in routine, the heat, and introspection: sleepless nights, listening as the sounds of revelry died out to be replaced by the soft murmer of Thai conversations, and at last, only by birdsong.
This being the first time I’d stayed longer than a night, I did a fair bit of sightseeing – the Royal Palace, the Emerald Buddha, Chinatown. Thailand’s much cheaper than Singapore, so I had planned to do shopping, but a credit card malfunction put paid to that, and severely limited my spending!
That turned out to be a REALLY good thing – bad card, good karma I guess! It convinced me to check out the meditation classes at Wat Mahathat – something I’d been thinking about anyway, but might not have done if my cashflow hadn’t dried up… The monastery’s Section 5 is apparentlyvery wel-known for teaching foreigners about meditation (the page that links to is only in Thai, btw).
I went on two consecutive days. On the first day, I joined a two-hour class in Vipassana meditation. It was different to the version I’ve previously learned at the Goenka retreats, but with the same aim. The class was run by a nun from the north of Argentina. Afterwards we had a long talk, along with the other student – a shaven-headed young Englishman who was new to Buddhism. Among many other things, we discussed the absence of an individual soul in Buddhist thought; instead there’s a “stream of intention” (not a good explanation, but that’s my fault), which is the sum of all your cravings, actions, and habits of behaviour. This is so deep we aren’t conscious of it – but this is the root of all the times we say “I don’t know why I did that”, or “I can’t help it, it’s just the way I am”, or “I didn’t want to do it, but I couldn’t help myself”. After what happened the Friday night before I left, that made a lot of sense, and kicked off what I hope will be a positive change in attitude – and persuaded me even more that vipassana meditation is the best (and only?) way to clear out these negative habit patterns…
The other positive consequence was that I went on the second day to do solo meditation. Someone else was doing the same: a woman a bit younger than myself. We both stopped at 11am, since section 5 has lunch from 11-1. We spoke briefly over the free lunch provided by the monks and nuns. She was Japanese, but had spent 5 years in India studying, and becoming qualified in, classical Indian dance. She’d set up her own school in dance and yoga back in Japan, and had come to Thailand to learn more about Vipassana.
I had to check out by 12, so couldn’t stay long. But… all the way back to my guesthouse, I was thinking that this was someone really interesting, and wouldn’t it be a shame to never see her again. So, after checking out, I went back to the monastery to resume the conversation. We talked for longer, before I had to leave again to head off to the airport. Actually, we’d talked so long that I’d missed the last possible bus that could have got me there in time, so I had to take a taxi
It was worth it, though – for whatever reason, it’s been a long while since I met someone so interesting. Actually, only a few since I moved from Beijing…. Hopefully we’ll be able to keep in touch!
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