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In September 2023, I finally arrived in Chiang Mai. My first trip to a place I read and watched so much about. But I got sick—bedridden for a couple of days, maybe COVID, maybe not, who knows? But even with that mess, the city left me smiling, and Wat Phra That Doi Suthep was the star of the show.
The drive up there was wild. Winding roads snaking through the mountains, all green and alive, with views that hit you right in the chest. I’ll admit, those steep twists had me gripping the seat a little, but then you’d catch a glimpse of the valley below, and it was worth every second. Couldn’t look away.
When I got to the temple, it was like walking into a postcard. That golden chedi gleaming under the sun—it’s the kind of sight that stops you in your tracks. The walls had these intricate carvings, like they were spilling out old stories if you stared long enough. I wandered around the complex for about an hour, taking it all in. The air felt calm, even with all the tourists chattering around me. It was this weird, peaceful bubble—my head cleared up, my stress melted, and for a bit, I forgot I’d been shivering and shaking the day before.
The views from the temple grounds were impressive. Chiang Mai sprawled out below, all hazy and beautiful. I kept thinking, “I’d do this drive again in a heartbeat.” Sickness and all, that place filled me up—left me with this warm, happy buzz. Wat Phra That Doi Suthep was the best part of the trip, hands down. I told myself that next time, I would come back healthy (and I did, a few weeks ago).