. We wandered around another temple that needs a lick of paint - like nearly allot he temples we have been to in Thailand. On the way up to this temple we saw a young monk with a replica shotgun. Bizarre!
The next day we hired a canoe and went in search of the Sunken Temple. After getting the technique right to move after alto of inefficient body movement we finally got there. Half submerged in the lake this disappointing block of concrete was certainly not worth the effort. Not even the monk sat on the raft next to it smoking a tab made it worth while.
On the nights there wasn't much to do. There was a decent food market and we eventually found a back alley snooker hall where we enjoyed a few frames under the very watchful eyes of the locals.
Sangklaburi is a small town on the Burmese border which is heavily influenced by the majority Burmese population. The food, the houses and clothing are all a little different. The town sits on a large lake surrounded by hills. The P Guest house was unbelievable for the price. It was a big complex identical to a large North American ranch. Across the lake and joining another town is the worlds largest hand-made bridge. The other town seemed allot noisier and lively as noise echoed over the lake day and night. We decided to check it out and headed over the rickety bridge. We came across a Wat (Buddhist temple) that was busy with monks and hundreds of worshipers. Something important was going on. I made inquiries but the only reply I could get was "what country are you from?". Excited people were crowding a couple of monks trying to get something. We joined the swarm and found that he was handing out signed photographs of one of the top monks in the world. We manged to nab one and we looked as pleased with it as everyone else