turtlemichael
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Lumpini Park
Contrary to popular belief, Bangkok is not just Patpong and ping pong balls. It is a fascinating and complex city which defies easy understanding by mere visitors like me. One aspect worth mentioning is the joy of Lumpini Park in the mornings.
About 15 months ago I decided my sedentary life was not good for me. So I started, with the freedom of having more spare time, to walk in the mornings. Now it has become something of an obsession and I walk between 8 and 12 kilometres each morning. It’s rare to miss one and I feel frustration when I do. I have a route through the northern beaches of Cairns when at home. The side benefit, with a more sensible diet, has been a weight loss of around 22 kilos though I’m sure a couple of them have come back with this trip.
So in the 15 months I’ve had early morning walks in a lot of interesting places. There are not many more interesting than Lumpini Park.
The park is a major part of the lungs of Bangkok being 140 green acres in the centre of town. It’s in good condition, with lakes and canals and a long jogging track around the circumference. The length of the track is 2.543 kilometres, according to the marks on the path. When the gates open before sunrise there is an invasion of all sorts of people mainly committed to exercise. By the time I get there around 6.30am, just after sunrise, it is usually packed. There could be 10,000 people in the park, maybe more.
About half there are devoted to various forms of tai chi. There are many separate groups standing, lying on mats, bending and swaying. Some just have their hands and others have threatening swords. Many of the groups have their own music and Thai military type music also blares out from loudspeakers. Cleary, some leaders are more popular than others and groups can range in size from a few to many hundreds. Participants come in all shapes and sizes and ages.
The other half of the crowd appears dedicated to getting around the 2.543 kilometres in various ways. Last Saturday there was an organized march by the nurses of the army, air force, navy and police - maybe 500 of them marched in step round the park to their own fifes and drums.
The most intimidatory group travels to the sound of their continuously hooting claxon horns. They number about 40 and appear to be entirely composed of gentlemen of mature years. The youngest looked about 70. They jog along in tight formation at marginally above strolling place sounding that horn. You get out of their way or suffer the consequences of this exercise of Thai geriatric power. Their t shirts have a picture of a horn on the back.
On the subject of t shirts the dominate colour is of course yellow which signifies loyalty to the much loved and respected King. However, last week the King came out of hospital after an extended period and he happened to be wearing a pink shirt. Pink is apparently the colour of good luck so pink t shirts now blossom all over the park and city and rival the yellow, at least for the time being.
There are other groups. Some walk the path backwards. It must be to exercise different muscles but when you combine the standard Thai road sense with looking the opposite way to what you are traveling, you are asking for trouble. There are the transsexuals on their way home from a late night out. High heels, fading make-up and disheveled wigs are de rigeur here.
There are the future Thai Olympians, determined to get round the track in record time then do an exorbitant number of chin-ups at the park’s Muscle Beach. There are the old men and ladies recovering from strokes and illness who get out of their wheel chairs and take a few tentative but proud steps. And there are literally thousands sitting round drinking green tea or breakfasting at the numerous food stalls around the perimeter.
Wild life is in abundance too. The lake is full of turtles and huge water monitor lizards and there are many birds above. Finally, there are a few westerners taking all this in and even more fascinated by the Thai way of life. All is friendly, safe and chatty. On your way out, you can even buy bottles of snake blood to help you through to the next day.
Contrary to popular belief, Bangkok is not just Patpong and ping pong balls. It is a fascinating and complex city which defies easy understanding by mere visitors like me. One aspect worth mentioning is the joy of Lumpini Park in the mornings.
About 15 months ago I decided my sedentary life was not good for me. So I started, with the freedom of having more spare time, to walk in the mornings. Now it has become something of an obsession and I walk between 8 and 12 kilometres each morning. It’s rare to miss one and I feel frustration when I do. I have a route through the northern beaches of Cairns when at home. The side benefit, with a more sensible diet, has been a weight loss of around 22 kilos though I’m sure a couple of them have come back with this trip.
So in the 15 months I’ve had early morning walks in a lot of interesting places. There are not many more interesting than Lumpini Park.
The park is a major part of the lungs of Bangkok being 140 green acres in the centre of town. It’s in good condition, with lakes and canals and a long jogging track around the circumference. The length of the track is 2.543 kilometres, according to the marks on the path. When the gates open before sunrise there is an invasion of all sorts of people mainly committed to exercise. By the time I get there around 6.30am, just after sunrise, it is usually packed. There could be 10,000 people in the park, maybe more.
About half there are devoted to various forms of tai chi. There are many separate groups standing, lying on mats, bending and swaying. Some just have their hands and others have threatening swords. Many of the groups have their own music and Thai military type music also blares out from loudspeakers. Cleary, some leaders are more popular than others and groups can range in size from a few to many hundreds. Participants come in all shapes and sizes and ages.
The other half of the crowd appears dedicated to getting around the 2.543 kilometres in various ways. Last Saturday there was an organized march by the nurses of the army, air force, navy and police - maybe 500 of them marched in step round the park to their own fifes and drums.
The most intimidatory group travels to the sound of their continuously hooting claxon horns. They number about 40 and appear to be entirely composed of gentlemen of mature years. The youngest looked about 70. They jog along in tight formation at marginally above strolling place sounding that horn. You get out of their way or suffer the consequences of this exercise of Thai geriatric power. Their t shirts have a picture of a horn on the back.
On the subject of t shirts the dominate colour is of course yellow which signifies loyalty to the much loved and respected King. However, last week the King came out of hospital after an extended period and he happened to be wearing a pink shirt. Pink is apparently the colour of good luck so pink t shirts now blossom all over the park and city and rival the yellow, at least for the time being.
There are other groups. Some walk the path backwards. It must be to exercise different muscles but when you combine the standard Thai road sense with looking the opposite way to what you are traveling, you are asking for trouble. There are the transsexuals on their way home from a late night out. High heels, fading make-up and disheveled wigs are de rigeur here.
There are the future Thai Olympians, determined to get round the track in record time then do an exorbitant number of chin-ups at the park’s Muscle Beach. There are the old men and ladies recovering from strokes and illness who get out of their wheel chairs and take a few tentative but proud steps. And there are literally thousands sitting round drinking green tea or breakfasting at the numerous food stalls around the perimeter.
Wild life is in abundance too. The lake is full of turtles and huge water monitor lizards and there are many birds above. Finally, there are a few westerners taking all this in and even more fascinated by the Thai way of life. All is friendly, safe and chatty. On your way out, you can even buy bottles of snake blood to help you through to the next day.