Bangkok and then goodbye South-East Asia

I've stayed one day in Bangkok and have managed to have 3 massages. I'm here on a Sunday so I think the city is more relaxed but there were still tones of visitors at the Royal Museum and Wat Pho. So I was templed out. These temples, unlike the Angkor Wat in Cambodia, are not ruins therefore they are still being used by local monks and local buddhists who come to pray. Wat Pho is also where they have a massage school so guess what I HAD to do once I finished visiting? You guess it... had a massage but this time only foot massage because I wanted to continue my tourist trail. After that I had to find a lunch spot. Since I was a bit tired of the crowds of tourists (not that tourists are bad but you kinda want to see the real stuff sometimes), I wandered off to nowhere land and found a nice street stall where there were many Thais having their lunch. That's usually a sign that it's good. Indeed, it was good but don't ask me what I ate. The only question I was asked was "soup of fry noodle?". I said fry noodle and got a delicious plate. Let me tell you a bit about street food, although I haven't experienced much in Thailand but mostly Vietnam. They usually have one dish which they make in a soup or with rice or noodles, and it is cheap. I know they charge more for me than locals but still 40 baht for my plate and a sprite. That's like 1.50$ Canadian, good price, good for you good for me, good for everybody. After that I went on to Soi Ban Baat which is a sector of small small streets where monk bowls are made old style. Monks live by the food offerings of the people and they have this one bowl (one of the few possessions they are allowed to have). These days many monks have plane bowls but some still want to go traditional and buy the hand-made, 8 piece steel bowl made by artisans. So, that's where I went, and a monk also came in the middle of my bargaining with the craftsman. I wanted to stay and see how much the monk got it for but as my Thai isn't good (read: non-existent) I didn't want to be a voyeur and I understand that monks as well as many locals have better prices than us "tourists", "travellers" or however we are called. It's a small price to pay for having much more money than the majority of locals anywhere from Vietnam to Thailand. It may sound condescending but it's not, I prefer to have more money and pay a bit more than to live in some of the conditions that I've seen throughout this trip. Not that we're any better but I appreciate what I have and hope that even those that I've seen in worst conditions also appreciate what they have, even it seems so little to us. I think they do.

With this I leave you all friends and my journey back to Montreal is only in a few hours. I've enjoyed and lived this trip to almost it's maximum and wish you all a wonderful year of the buffalo and hope it brings you luck!