BANGKOK, THAILAND
Three little boys freeze, mid-chase, dropping their hands to their sides. The hula-hoopers to my left allow their hoops to fall to the ground. It is 6:00 and the national anthem plays over the loudspeakers, as it does every afternoon, and accordingly everyone stops what they are doing and stands reverently for the song. It is slightly peculiar, actually, the way the whole world freezes mid-sentence. The traffic continues, unfortunately, otherwise this could easily be my favorite part of every day.
Shortly after the national anthem ends, and life has resumed, a group gathers for an aerobics class. Mostly middle-aged woman, but a handful of younger and older, and even a few men, arrive one by one and join the lines bouncing in unison, following the direction of a woman in spandex and headset in front. Others, locals and tourists alike, come to gawk.
It is a tiny park along the Chao Praya river, and with a cement fort taking up most of the grounds, it's astonishing really how much can be crammed into such a tiny space. Wide walkways of smooth brick meander through the park, leaving small squares of grass and gardens in between. One corner of brick is taken over by young break dancers. The older ones are captivating, displaying impressive agility and skill. The younger ones cling to the sidelines practicing, pushing themselves up with their arms, mimicking the older ones as the spin and flip.
In the patches of grass, whole families gather, the adults lounging on blankets, the little ones running free. A ball bounds down the hill next to me, as I sit on the wide grassy steps, a sort of natural ampitheater, writing postcards. Two toddlers follow, holding onto one another as they stumble awkwardly down the steps in pursuit of their ball.
The shade of the tree and a light breeze are a lovely reprieve from the hot sun on this, the hottest day of my trip thus far. While I had been prepared to be sweating buckets, and had packed accordingly, the weather has in fact been quite cool. I have found myself digging out my long sleeves, while the locals talk about how this is the coldest it has been in anyone's memory. Today, however, I find myself squinting in the sun and seeking the smallest patches of shade. While touring the palace today, I stick to the long roofed corridors in equal part for their shade as for the amazing murals within.