We stopped at Wat Rong Khun on the way to the Golden Triangle. Everyone calls it the White Temple, but nobody warns you how strange it feels up close. It’s all blinding white and mirrored glass, but the hands reaching up from the ground—hundreds of them—look desperate, not peaceful. I thought I’d feel awe, but mostly I felt unsettled, like I’d wandered into someone else’s dream. We took photos, but I didn’t post them. Sometimes a place is too weird to filter into something pretty. Sometimes travel isn’t about beauty at all—it’s about the things you can’t explain to anyone who wasn’t there. #Travel #TravelDiscomfort #UnexpectedThailand