A Temple We Didn’t Even Plan to Visit
We didn’t know its name.
We still don’t.
It wasn’t on our list. Not pinned on Google Maps. Not part of any “Top 10 near Pattaya.” We were just driving when the sky started turning heavy and dramatic, the air thick before rain — and then gold flashed between buildings.
So we turned.
From the outside it didn’t seem that big. But the moment we stepped inside the gates, something shifted. The noise from the road faded almost instantly. No chaos. No crowds. Just open space, clean tiled floors, red roofs glowing under dark clouds, and that deep golden shine Thai temples somehow hold even without sunlight.
It felt calm. Not tourist-calm. Real calm.
The kind that makes you lower your voice without realizing it.
The buildings were covered in intricate details — mosaics, carved patterns, serpents guarding staircases. You look up and suddenly notice how much work lives in every corner. Even the smallest ornament feels intentional.
And it was incredibly clean. Not “hotel clean.” Temple clean.
Carefully maintained. Respected.
Along one side hung a row of bronze bells. We watched locals gently touch them as they passed. No rush, no performance — just a quiet gesture.
We hesitated. Observed. Tried to understand.
Then we did the same.
Softly.
The sound was deeper than I expected. Not sharp, not loud — just a low vibration that seemed to linger in the humid air. For a second, it felt peaceful. And right after that… slightly awkward.
Because we weren’t completely sure if we were doing it right.
Or if we were even supposed to.
That subtle feeling — being welcome but aware this isn’t your culture — stayed with me. Not uncomfortable. Just humbling. You move more carefully in places like this. You pay attention. You become aware of your presence.
The rain was close, and the light was changing fast.
Dark clouds pressed down on the red roofs. Gold details became heavier, deeper. The contrast between storm and ornament felt almost cinematic. I remember standing there, adjusting the frame, waiting for one quiet second when no one crossed the stairs — just architecture and sky.
Sometimes photography isn’t about finding famous places. It’s about catching a mood before it disappears. The tension before rain. The silence between bells. The way gold looks against grey.
We left without knowing the name.
But I remember the light.
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I write my texts myself, correct mistakes and translate via ChatGPT (which is not a violation on Hive)! All photos were taken by me personally - I am a beginner photographer, so I ask professionals not to judge strictly.
Thank you for sharing these moments with me! Until new stories and new holidays! ✌️.
Camera 📷: Sony Alpha 7 IV full-frame
Lens 🔭: Sony FE 70-200mm F: 2.8 GM OSS II
Lens 🔭: Sony FE 90mm F2.8 Macro G OSS
Lens 🔭: Sony FE 24–70mm f/2.8 GM II
Processed 🛠: Lightroom
