Leaving behind the atmosphere of quiet introspection that encapsulated Wat Pa Tam Wua, a day of travel separated us from the near-frantic energy and constant hum of the behemoth city Bangkok. After being rocked to sleep by the gentle sway of our sleeper train as it barreled through dark, unknown Thai countryside, we finally rolled into the metropolis with the rising of the sun. We idled gently through rail yards lined with the corrugated walls of improvised food stalls and homes. The skeletons of locomotives rendered obsolete by the cold passage of time looked on as our state-of-the-art steel snake paraded past. We disembarked as ready as anyone can be to experience the urban epicenter of Thailand.