One day, a ride to the temple of Wat Khunaram. It's a church not far from the waterfalls Nyamuang, where since 1975 sits Buddhist monk Luang Pho Daeng, who after the death samomumifitsirovalsya is in Thailand at all fashionable among the monks. His date of death, by the way, he predicted in advance, so the surprise for others was not. Surrounded by the gifts he sits on a pedestal behind glass, showing an example of the limitless possibilities of internal self-organization of this Buddhist.
For obvious reasons, he sits in the glasses. And clothes him, apparently, regularly updated.
Near rebuilt another beautiful church, the details of his being unknown to me, just beautiful.