Its been a week, scratch that nine days, since we arrived in Thailand. It feels like time is both flying and standing completely still. Yesterday found us traversing the Central Plains in a first class air-con bus, the soundtrack to a thai-dubbed Death Race 3: Inferno blasting from the speakers, barreling toward the town of Sukhothai.
New Sukhothai could be any other small town, except for its fortunate proximity to Old Sukhothai, which had a stint as the country’s capital during the 13th and 14th centuries. The ruins of its shrines and temples still stand, surrounded by the world’s tiniest moat. At one point it must have been filled with the world’s most ferocious alligators.
These are some of the beautiful inhabitants of Old Sukhothai: