No, we don't do mitigation.
Except on paragraph 1(b)(iv) of the Bali Action Plan.
But agriculture gets drowned there in the fierce war of words on the general principles and bunkers.
So our lead negotiator decided to give us the Sunday off.
Which I willingly spent on retracing the steps of WAT-ching THAILAND from some 10 years back.
That finally got me to the Temple of the Golden Buddha on a traffic-free Sunday morning.
I then tuktuk-ed to the Temple of the Dawn to feel its porcelained details.
There I shoot some frames to finally replace that stupid photo of me drinking Singha in the banks of Chao Phraya.
Regardless of the overcast sky that ruined an almost perfect day for photography.
From Wat Arun I ferried across to the Temple of the Reclining Buddha.
Again to shoot my own photos of the place where Thai massage allegedly originated.
Then walked the hot thirsty afternoon to the nearby Temple of the Emerald Buddha.
Where I again took replacement photos for those taken 10 years ago.
Including that of the Grand Palace.
And that of the City Pillar Shrine.
The Marble Temple will have to wait as I decided to lunch in MBK.
Where I planned to take the Skytrain to the Chaktuchak weekend flea market.
Alas, the rain did pour hard.
So I took a cab.
And finished the day staring through the glass window of my 20th floor hotel room.
Until the Muay Thai bouts started in Lumpini Stadium just across Rama IV Road.