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After an unnerving boat ride along one of the many canals which criss-cross town, we work our way down to the Grand Palace area - the ferry (like those on the main river) moves as fast as the engines will propel it and getting on and off is dodgy affair as the guards hustle more and more passengers into its tiny confines.

Assailed by shoe shiners, t-shirt peddlers and endless moto drivers, we head for cover in Wat Pho, home of the giant (40 metre) reclining Buddha and his adoring Orange clad followers. As usual, we've got up and mooched around too long - its 5pm on the dot and the Buddha has been put to bed... However, the good news is that the monkies (our name for the orange robed chaps we see darting around) are in full song in the central temple. A fine sight to behold.

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