You see a great rocky bluff, swathed in woods at its base, with temple spires rising above, glinting in the sun. You see crowds – but you know you’re there without looking, by the noise. Loudspeakers blare out the spiel of some official-cum-fairground barker, repeated every two minutes in an endless ear-bashing cycle. Put some ear plugs in, and everything’s fine. It’s sunny, it’s a holiday, it’s a party, and people are flocking from miles around and even from Bangkok to the fun of the fair and the beauty of the setting.