I'd grabbed onto this idea a little while ago, my mind taking the guidebook's small paragraph and sailing away with it as a flag. And my imagination of it came to visually define my excitement of coming away and my desire to find adventure and history. It was to canoe down to the sunken Mon temple at Sangkhlaburi, where the rivers now meet. This was where the old Mon village had been flooded by a new large dam upstream in the 80s, the Mon now live on one side of the town's stunning wooden bridge. The old temple, Wat Saam Prasob,which was upon a hill, is all that can still be partly seen. There was a sad local story here too. I went in the afternoon, imagining the evening mist and darkening sky as excellent companions
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