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Bangkok – 24-27 July 2019

Back in January, we saw a great special with luxuryescapes.com for three nights of luxury in the Marriot Marquis Hotel in Bangkok so we rationalised it as being a fitting reward for Christine’s birthday. It was such a good deal but then by the time we had booked airfares, and further rationalised that four days in Singapore needed to be tacked on the end, the costs ballooned out a little.

Thing’s took a worrying turn when we checked in at Perth Airport to find that the Air Asia flights through Kuala Lumpur to Bangkok  somehow did not include through luggage and we would have to go through immigration, collect our luggage and re-check in. Shouldn’t be an issue with a couple of hours leeway. Even better when the plane touched down a half hour early. Not so good when we spent most of the extra time sitting parked on the tarmac. We exited the plane and scurried across the ridiculously long KL airport sky corridors to reach immigration. The queues were impossible and the two hours leeway looked like evaporating rapidly. Christine started to go up and down the queue asking to be let in, pleading her case about missing a connect while I sat at the back of the line like a coward. She managed to get let in about a third of the way down the line. When we finally got to the end, I warned her not to carry on with the man at the desk because they don’t like pushy people but she ignored me and grovelled so well he just stamped her passport and waved her through; ignoring all the fingerprint and photography stuff they do these days. He did the same with me.

We raced on to baggage claim, launched ourselves at the carousel and made it quickly through customs, located the escalator to Departures and found the appropriate check in lane. Once again, Christine did her grovelling trick to convince others to let us skip by them. It was awful but it worked. Alas, we were ten minutes too late for baggage check in so Christine started to tear up and mentioned the “Birthday Trip”. This ploy seemed to work because a quick phone call saw us on our way again, boarding passes in hand. The lines through Immigration were as bad as the inbound ones so Christine had the audacity to approach an official in a very fancy uniform and plead our case. He inspected our documents and took us over to the crew and military check-in where we were duly processed and onto the final leg. With no hold ups at security, we actually made it through with ten minutes to spare, exhausted but content. Well done to the Malaysian officials.

We seem to have a bit of a history with poor connects involving Bangkok. We’ll need a holiday just to get over the flight. On the plus side, the flights were excellent, especially the Perth-KL Air Asia X flight which featured excellent leg room and a quiet environment in their “Quiet” section up the front. Even when you fork out for all their extras, it is still a whole lot cheaper than the big carriers and very comfortable for a six hour flight.

Arrival at Don Mueang Airport showed us what real crowds can be like, totally eclipsing the lines at KL. One long snaking line led past a series of signs, indicating 45 minutes, 30 minutes, 15 minutes etc until we then had to break off and choose an individual line. The reason for the slow processing was apparent when we watched people trying to grapple with the fingerprinting machines. People were so incompetent. When we finally got to the head of the line, we scooted through with no issues so we failed to understand why some found it so hard. One guy had been trying ofr a good five minutes before us and was still trying after we had been processed. The official at the counter just sat and stared at him.

In the past, catching a taxi from the airport in Bangkok was a frightening experience, with scams and aggressive touts in abundance. Thankfully, all that has been cleared up and one heads for Door 8 to use the simple and efficient taxi desk with metered taxis. It helps to have some small change Baht because the passenger has to pay the two toll stations (70bht and 50bht) along the way but all was good and we were soon in the famous downtown traffic snarls fighting our way through to Sukhamvit Road and the Marriot Queens Park.

Once at the hotel, a small army of personnel descended on the taxi to take our luggage and escort us like captured prizes to the Reception Desk. There it was discovered that we were more than mere mortals and whisked away once again to the 27 floor and the delights of the “M Club” to fill ourselves with complimentary drinks and canapés while check-in proceeded. Our package includes access to the M Club, a large bar area with sweeping views of the city and all day non-alcoholic refreshments. Alcohol comes out between 5:30 and 8:30 and includes all manner of beer, wines, cocktails and the like, a dangerous thing to let Christine loose on. It is a good thing that wine is included because buying wine otherwise in Bangkok is out of our league. Canapés  are also on offer but so vast is the selection and supply that it is really an evening meal.

The Marriot Marquis Queens Park – Bangkok

After a drink and a plate of Mediterranean fare, we headed down to our room to unpack and settle in for a bit, before heading back to the M Club to do further damage to the amazing spread of food. Three days here will be needed to be followed by thirty days in the gym. We spent a very pleasant evening chatting to an Irish couple who have lived and worked in Thailand for the last six years. Fortunately, the only thing we had to drive home was an elevator and even that was a stretch.

Breakfast was back in the M Club, a modest affair by some standards but still with far too much for these ageing bodies to handle. We did our best to consume enough to get us through the day without resorting to lunch, rested up a while in the room then headed out to re-acquaint ourselves with Bangkok’s complex public transport system.

The nearest BTS Sky Train station is within an easy walk of the hotel. Our plan was to ride the BTS and then swap to a Klong Taxi, a high speed long boat that shoots through Bangkok’s canal system at breakneck speed, spraying filthy water in all directions. We paid for an all day pass on the BTS then realised that we had wasted our money and should have just paid single tickets for only two rides. The pass doesn’t cover the Klong Taxi so we had more to pay but we soon worked out the system. Our journey took us over into the old city area, where we had a booking for a bike ride the following day and we were anxious to scope out the trip. We seemed to walk and walk, climbing a great many stairs to access BTS stations and cross over canals. Along the way, we passed fascinating street food eateries and small markets, but the attraction of these had been reduced by the full bellies from the M Club breakfast.

The Klong Taxi

Having located the bike tour place and satisfied we could find it the next day, we worked out way back with more walking and climbing, the tired legs protesting. We got off the Skytrain at Nana station to visit the Nana Plaza, a low cost cheap goods market area in one of the shadier parts of Bangkok. It proved to be a bit too shady for our tastes, with streets lined with bars and nightclubs, full of bored looking young girls and overweight single western men. We decided that the area was not to our liking and got back on the Skytrain to return to Phrom Phong, our home station. Once there, we were exhausted and set off for the walk home. After quite a while, we both came to the conclusion that we were walking the wrong way and had clocked up nearly a kilometre of “wrongness”. There was no chance of just jumping in a taxi to return to the hotel because Sukhumvit Road was just a carpark and walking was much quicker. As we once again passed the station entrance, we spied a tourist couple headed to the steps and offered them our day passes, knowing full well that we would not use them again that day. They were well pleased.

Eventually, we crawled our way back to the hotel, tired and beaten. Our stamina for wandering around SE Asian cities has taken a hit over the years.

The afternoon was spent lounging by the hotel pool and downing a couple of wonderful Chang beers, before retiring upstairs for a well-earned nap.

Rejuvenated, we hit the M Club again for the evening drinks and endless food. The food may not be of the highest quality but it is more than passable and the quantity and variety makes it a standout. We found ourselves sitting next to the couple to whom we had given the day pass and we found that they were from Perth. Like us, they were enjoying the “Luxury Escapes” package, except they had bought the week long package. We passed a very pleasant evening in their company. They still had the all day pass with some time on it so we passed it on to one of the waiters to use on his way home from work.

The highlight of our third day in Bangkok was a bike tour with Just Nok Bike Tours. They are situated in the old city area not far from the busy backpacker zones. We were a little apprehensive about the thought of cycling in the chaotic Bangkok traffic but we need not have had any concerns. Our guide, a wonderfully jovial guy named Jazz, was an expert at negotiating the difficult parts and kept us in the backstreets for 80% of the 13km ride. It also helped that there was just the guide and us rather than a long tour of cyclists to manage. Cycling in Bangkok is so easy and efficient that I am surprised that one sees so few bikes. Jazz put it down to the climate. He said that very few businesses have showering facilities and cycling tends to work up a sweat. We found things pretty comfortable in the 32 degree heat and the rain stayed away.

Bike Tour with Just Nok Tours

The theme of the tour was to explore Bangkok behind the scenes. This we did, getting well off the usual tourist path. On the western bank of the river, there is a large Muslim community, living in stilt houses over a large wetland area. Cycling along the narrow boardwalks adjoining the few roads tested Christine’s fear of falling into sewer water (who wouldn’t be afraid) but we came through unscathed. There were places deep within the community where one could easily forget that we were in the heart of Bangkok and imagine ourselves out in the rural countryside.

We stopped at regular intervals to explore places of interest, a Royal Temple, another abandoned temple, sections of the old city fortress walls, some beautiful parks and gardens, the huge sprawling public hospital area and nearby University. We stopped at a fruit stall where Jazz showed us how to eat Mangosteen, Rambutan and another thing that looked like a lychee but was sweeter. All three were very tasty and very refreshing when one is thirsty.

Another food stop was at a large collection of street vendors parked under the huge Rama 8 Bridge. There we ate a snack meal of sun-dried pork and garlic strips deep fried in hot oil and served up with sticky rice. It was excellent fare. Jazz gave us some tips for the safe eating of street food, looking out for clean oil and checking the immediate surrounds of the vendor for cleanliness.

The tour took more than four hours and we ended up quite exhausted but exhilarated by the sights and experiences of the day. It was easily one of the best bike tours we have done. The trip back across town in the early evening proved difficult. A taxi was out of the question. Who wants to spend an hour going nowhere on Sukhumvit Road? We use the Klong Water Taxi for the first part then swapped to the Sky Train. The crowds on the Sky Train were crazy and we stood shoulder to shoulder, back to back and bum to bum with what seemed like a hundred other passengers. The trip took twice as long as usual because the train kept stopping, probably due to line congestion. It was near 7pm by the time we got to the hotel with just half an hour to have a bite to eat at the M Club.

Our taxi ride out to the airport was long but uneventful and the general boarding process was far less stressful than the horrors of KL. We settled in for the short Scoot flight to Singapore, leaving Bangkok with the definite feeling that a couple more days was needed. We generally aren’t ones for staying in at a hotel and so are seldom inclined to spend money on the luxury treatment. However, the Marriot Marquis was a whole new experience, providing a high standard of luxury without the pretentiousness that we often find hard to put up with. The staff were friendly and treated guests in a friendly and familiar manner. We felt totally at home while living in a standard to which we are not accustomed. We’ll be keeping an eye on the offerings from luxuryescapes.com for our next experience of paradise.

As for our opinion of Bangkok itself, little has changed and it still holds relatively few attractions. Moving around the city is difficult and expensive. Taxis actually represent good value but the time it takes to get anywhere makes them a poor option. The Sky Train is quite expensive compared to the MRT in Singapore and the overcrowding is almost unbearable at times. The Klong boats are cheap and fun but the River Boats are also quite expensive. A day wandering around Bangkok soon racks up more than $10 whereas a day on the MRT in Singapore struggles to be $5. In Bangkok, there is a move to get rid of the many street food vendors and locate them in eating areas. This push seems to be unpopular with both locals and tourists alike. The locals rely on street food, with few bothering to cook at home. The food is cheap, of an excellent standard and makes the eating out experience exotic and exciting. Squatting on a plastic stool under a bridge is way better than sitting in a plastic coated food hall. As with everywhere, it probably has more to do with collecting rents and building commercial centres than what the people actually want or need.

Rome and The Vatican, Italy 2017

Rome 26-30 July

The trip from Naples to Rome was the most comfortable for several months, mainly because we were back to being able to use Flixbus. Somehow, the Flixbus line seems to be able to do what others can’t, make things work without fuss and on time. The trip took two and a half hours and was a direct route along the Autostrada so it was smooth and relaxing.

Things even went well once in Rome. The bus dropped us off at the bus station in Turbunia and it was a very short walk to the adjoining Metro station. It was so refreshing to walk around a bus and train station area that was neat and clean. Even the graffiti was far less than it had been in Naples. The Metro train whisked us five stations to Cavour then another 300m walk took us to our accommodation, although a couple of flights of nasty steps did get in the way.

Our apartment is set in what used to be a monastery right in the heart of old Rome. The apartments have been beautifully modernised and have all mod-cons, although nothing much in terms of a view. However, the view up the nearest street is one of the glorious Santa Marie Maggoire, a Papal Basillica that dates back to the 5th Century AD. It is owned by the Vatican but remains on Italian soil. Back the other way and around a corner the street ends in the Colosseum, so we are certainly well placed. So much is easily walkable, the Roman Forum, the Piazza Venezia and the Trevi Fountain. Beautiful eateries and bars abound in this part of Rome. Just going for a stroll is a fantastic experience, with stunning piazzas, historical ruins and grand buildings visible from every vantage point. It is a true visual feast.

Ancient Rome

We booked up for a Segway tour as a way of getting to lots of places in the historical centre quickly and with a guide to explain things. The Segway tour of Paris we took back in 2012 has remained as a highlight of our last trip to Europe and this one proved no different. The group was small, an American, a couple of Norwegians and us. Together with the guide, Patricia, an Italian/German girl, we had a lot of laughs, mostly at Christine’s expense because she kept letting out little screams or calling out “Shit!” when she hit a bump or felt she might crash, which was quite often.

After a brief familiarisation and practice session we set off on our Segways, working our way through the ancient Roman Forums, the Forum Romanum, and the Forums of Julius Caesar, Augustus and Trajan. Then it was on to the Colloseum where the crowds were staggering. Inching our way through the huge throngs of people waiting to gain entry was actually a lot of fun and quite easy. Segways are so easy to control and so versatile.

The Segway Tour, showing The Forum Romanum, Colloseum, Constantine’s Arch and The Circus Maximus.

The Colloseum is one of those things that is more impressive and bigger in real life than the pictures. This is so often not the case but the sheer size and scale of the structure is quite breath taking. We have seen so many ancient sites and ruins on this trip but nothing quite stacks up to the Roman Forum and the Colloseum, all overlooked by the Palatine Hill, probably because of the sense that this is where it was all centred. Moving on we admired the Arch of Constantine then on to the huge Circus Maximus, the enormous arena featured in the chariot racing scenes of the movie Ben Hur. At its peak, the Circus Maximus was capable of seating more than 150,000 people, putting the MCG to shame. Around the outer parts of the seating structures, the porticos housed numerous shops and artisan stalls so the complex was an important part of Roman life even when not being used for games or events.

From the Circus Maximus we climbed up the Avertine Hill to get some terrific views over Rome and the River Tiber. It was a wonderful relief after all the hill climbing we have done to just glide up the hills on our Segways, whizzing past all the other tourists struggling up the streets in the heat. From the Avertine, we had to use the roads, which was a little daunting, but Patricia showed us how to fit in with the traffic and just go with the flow. We climbed the Capitoline Hill, the supposed site of the founding of Rome, and took in the amazing views over the Forum Romanum. I have always enjoyed reading Roman History, right from my early teenage years, and it was a very special to be able to look down on the places that had been the centre of so much history and home so many great people.

From the Capitoline Hill we worked our way back down to the end of the tour, a brilliant three hours of history, fun and the thrill of riding a Segway through one of the World’s most significant cities.

The Vatican City

A Metro trip took us across the River Tiber to the Vatican City. We had purchased some “Skip the Line” tickets on the Internet and we were so glad we did because the line for people waiting to get in was horribly long. The “Skip the Line” system operates across all the attractions and is basically a pay more and get in system, making you pay around 10€ each more than lining up in the case of the Vatican, but considerable more for The Colloseum. You have to book a specific time and tickets are limited. We had time to kill and had a coffee at a cafe opposite the entrance, waiting for about 40 minutes. The line did not appear to move in that time. When our appointed entry time came we just walked straight through.

The Vatican Museum is enormous, housing many of the Christian World’s finest art works. The complex of buildings is an art work in itself, with every ceiling, wall, door and window frame being something special. There are displays of Greek, Etruscan and Roman art works. Strangely, there are displays of Egyptian antiquities, purchased in the late Nineteenth Century by the Vatican. It defeats me how they can still justify keeping these pieces. They should be returned to Egypt.

Our main aim, as with most other visitors, is to see the four Raphael Rooms and Michaelangelo’s painting of the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. Both are located at the far end of the building complex away from the entrance, which means a very long walk through the halls to reach them. The guide books suggest a 20-30 minute walk without stops but it took us a little longer. The crowd is very manageable, controlled by the ticketing system but there are a great many beautiful distractions along the way. We are certainly not students of religious art but the works were simply glorious.

Along the way there are many fine classical sculptures, mostly nudes in the classical manner. The females are always demurely draped but the poor guys had mostly got the “chop”, their penises removed by various Popes through the ages. Some had weird looking fig leaf things covering their naughty bits but others had just been “done”. Apparently, the balls are OK, just not the other things.

One fascinating room was the Gallery of Maps, commissioned by Pope Gregory XIII in the 16th Century. Skilled artists were brought from all over Italy to paint a series of enormous maps, depicting all the areas of the Italian Peninsula and islands. The major cities were also depicted in map form, leaving a lasting and significant historical record.

The Raphael Rooms date from the early 16th Century and are simply stunning. Many of the frescoes depict quite violent episodes throughout early Christendom or stories from the Old Testament. The paintings adorn the walls and parts of the ceilings of four rooms, mostly used as reception rooms for Papal visits. Below the Raphael Rooms lies the famed Sistine Chapel, a small chapel but one of the best known because of Michaelangelo’s ceiling paintings, completed between 1503 and 1512. Art historians generally agree that it, along with the enormous Last Judgement that covers the altar wall, is one of the greatest artistic achievements of mankind. What I was surprised at, is just how small and relatively insignificant the centre piece of the ceiling is, the famous Creation of Adam, that is so recognisable and so frequently copied as a symbol of art. It is no bigger than the other panels, just more famous. It is a requirement of entry into the chapel that shoulders and legs be covered, causing a bit of anxiety for many of the female tourists who choose to wear the fashionable Italian fashions. Fortunately, the gap is filled by the numerous wrap sellers outside the Vatican who do a roaring trade. Inside the chapel, the visiting crowds are requested to remain silent and photography is not permitted. Al this is largely ignored of course, so at regular intervals, a very loud announcement screams out “Silence!”, which produced the required effect for 10 to 15 seconds before the noise returns. When someone is spied taking a photo, a guard will rush over and yell at them, so they look sheepish and put the phone down for a few minutes rest.

St Peter’s Square and Basillica, Vatican grounds.

After leaving the Vatican Museum, we walked around the vast walls of the city to re-enter at St Peter’s Square. This most famous of all Rome’s Plazas is certainly impressive and must be an awesome sight when it is filled with people for a Papal blessing or appearance. Backed by the huge St Peter’s Basillica, the square is framed by two enormous arcs of colonnades, producing a truly impressive sight. In the middle is an enormous obelisk, originally erected in Heliopolis in Egypt by Augustus then later moved to Rome by Caligula. All the way around the long colonnades was a heavy line of people, queued waiting to gain access to St Peter’s Basillica to climb to the top of the famous dome. Unlike the line to get into the Vatican, this one appeared to move, although slowly. We had no thoughts about even trying. We decided to leave that pleasure to the Pope.

We walked a few streets away from the Vatican until the menu prices at the restaurants dropped to an acceptable level and settled down for a sandwich and a beer, alongside a group of three Aussies (of Italian origin) from Melbourne. They had done the climb up the dome but had not waited in line, electing to pay the extra for “skip the line” tickets. It is really a bad system when you think about it but an absolute necessity if you want to get in to something.

Around Rome

We relied heavily on the Metro system to move around the city. With only two lines, the system is not extensive but it is cheap and very reliable. Even the crowds are not too bad, except near the Termini Station, which is the cross-link between the two lines and also the Central Railway Station. Here the crowds can be crushing and I even had to pull Christine back from the doors once when they started closing. Only a few weeks ago, a woman was dragged along the platform, caught in the doors. Plans are afoot to expand the Metro but money is always tight and progress is slow once they start because any digging means coming across ancient buildings and buried monuments.

There is also a tram system, quite old and noisy but useful for accessing areas that the Metro doesn’t go. There is also a bus but it has a poor reputation, even with locals. Using busses within a city is always our last option, mainly because they are difficult to work out unless you know where you are going and can recognise landmarks.

Around Rome. Our street and apartment is at bottom right.

It would be easy to spend days just visiting the many piazzas dotted across the city. Most are big splendid affairs, full of history and usually with an incredible fountain as a centre point. The Piazza Repubblica was not far from our apartment and is an enormous semi-circular piazza on the site of Diocletian’s Roman Baths.  At its centre is the Fountain of the Nymphaids, depicting four nymphs fighting various creatures.

Of course, Rome’s most famous fountain is the Trevi Fountain. The fountain is situated at the junction of the modern water supply and Rome’s ancient Aqua Virgo aqueduct. Only a few weeks before our arrival, Rome’s Mayor had decreed that poor behaviour by tourists around Rome’s monuments must be stamped out and that throwing things into the water or bathing or washing in the fountains must stop. This was wrongly reported in the press as being a ban on throwing “three coins in the fountain”, a popular pastime with the Trevi Fountain signifying that one would return to Rome. This is still permitted. However, there were a number of police stationed around the fountain who would blow on whistles and point to people in the crowd. No one knew who they were pointing at or why, but then no one seemed to care. No one jumped in either, but there were coins flying everywhere. In fact, there is over 3000€ a day thrown into the Trevi Fountain, all thrown by the right hand over the left shoulder. The money is retrieved and used to support a supermarket for the city’s needy. Beyond all the hype, the fountain is certainly very beautiful, especially since a major refurbishment was undertaken and completed in 2015, leaving it all gleaming white and free of cracks or chips.

Around Rome, including The Trevi Fountain

All of Rome’s fountains are currently getting a lot of press, with the city in the grips of one of its worst ever droughts. Water supplies are becoming critical and there has been talk of closing down fountains. These are not the big display fountains that adorn the piazzas, but the tiny little continuously flowing faucets that are spread throughout the city to ensure that one can get a cold refreshing drink wherever one is. They are dotted all over the place, more than 2500 of them, all with a trickle of water and no tap. It is a luxury that Rome cannot afford in the current climate.

Our final packup was a moment of sadness. Although going home brings with it seeing family, neither of us reached the point where we had had enough of travel. Had we kept going, a major relocation would have been called for, maybe Scandinavia or Poland, because we were ready to leave Italy.

It is impossible to describe all the delights of Rome without writing a book. I think we could come back here many times and always find something new or interesting to see or do. Our scratchings have been very shallow and there is much remaining to be explored. Patricia, the guide on our Segway tour, described Rome as like a lasagne, with many layers. This is so true on both a historical level, with city built upon city, and also on a social level, with so many people all with different reasons for being in the Eternal City. We never did throw three coins in the fountain but I think we will be back one day.

Getting to the airport was so easy, a short walk to the Metro, a ride to Termini Station, then a very comfortable trip on the airport train (The Leonardo Express, 14€ each). It being Christine’s birthday, she wore a special Birthday Badge, which she shamelessly brought to the attention of the check-in girl. The girl apologised that she could not upgrade us to Business Class but did make a phone call and managed to get us front row seats, giving loads of extra legroom. It made all the difference to the 10 hour trip to Bangkok, although I had a guy next to me that just hogged the arm-rest between us for the entire trip. We had a rushed 40 minute layover, made tight by the increased security precautions in place for flights to Australia then a 6 hour flight home, all on Thai Airways. In the total flight time of around 17 hours, I slept about two hours and Christine about three so between us we did some serious movie watching.

We arrived in Perth to a twelve degree very wet day, dressed in shorts of course, bringing to an end nearly five months of travel and living out of our backpacks. I know the exhaustion will set in as we unpack. If we get too tired, we can always take a holiday somewhere.

GALLERIES:

Rome City

Vatican City

Bangkok and Kanchanaburi

8-13 October
Our flight from Koh Samui to Bangkok was short, at around an hour. The little Koh Samui airport has to be one of the best in the World. It is all outdoors, with lots of little covered rotundas joined by covered walkways. The departure areas are like Business Class lounges elsewhere with comfortable seating, free Wifi and computers, complimentary coffee, fruit juice and snacks. It is all quite amazing and makes getting to the airport early a real pleasure.
Once in Bangkok, we had planned to take the train from the airport but some confusion with our planning made us opt for a taxi in the end. The taxi seemed intent on matching the 140km/hr speed of the airport train except his 10 year old Toyota Corolla was not so keen. It made lots of creaking and groaning noises as we slid around the curves and bends of the motorway. He did demonstrate how good the steering was by changing three or four lanes at a time. Somehow, we arrived safely at the Abloom Serviced Apartments to be blown away by the quality of the hotel for the price. At around $60 a night, there is a lot cheaper in Bangkok but I doubt there is much better value. We had a suite of rooms bigger than our Kingsley place, use of a huge pool, excellent gym and cheap restaurant. The staff were very attentive and organised taxis etc throughout our stay. Best of all, there was a Sky Train station right outside, giving access to the rest of Bangkok.

Our spacious apartment at Abloom Serviced Apartments

Our spacious apartment at Abloom Serviced Apartments

We enjoyed wandering around Bangkok, having little real purpose and just going where things took us. We wandered up and down on the river using a tourist day pass. We sat for nearly an hour in cross town traffic while taking a taxi to the Kao San Road. We ate some amazing street food in Kao San Road and bought a couple of T-shirts from one of the many stalls. Bangkok is a noisy, smelly conglomeration of streets, vehicles and people. Given that we do not care much for temples and palaces, Bangkok itself hold few attractions. With every major car manufacturer using Thailand as a cheap source of labour, cars are relatively inexpensive and car ownership has increased amazingly in recent years. The traffic problem now rivals the worst the US has to offer, despite an incredible network of motorways.

Kao San Road, Bangkok, where men need to keep their wallets in their pockets and women need to keep their men in sight.

Kao San Road, Bangkok, where men need to keep their wallets in their pockets and women need to keep their men in sight.

Bangkok from the river taxi

Bangkok from the river taxi

Bangkok with its typical pollution

Bangkok with its typical pollution

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On our way to catch a train to Kanchanaburi, we gave ourselves plenty of time to allow for a possible traffic jam. This proved fortuitous because we ended up stuck for over an hour in almost stand-still traffic. More worrying, was the fact that the streets were full of heavily armed police, not just small calibre automatic stuff, but also big heavy duty rifles. There were police and military everywhere and we started to get concerned about just what we were stuck in. Apparently, anti Thaksin protesters were active again and the government was concerned that protests might interfere with a planned visit by the Chinese Premier.We cared little for the political implications but we were very happy when our taxi driver performed an amazing U-turn and managed to get us to the train station with 15 minutes to spare.
The train ride to Kanchanaburi takes about three and a half hours on the regular train, stopping at all stops. There is only one class available and Thai Rail admits that it is Third Class. The wooden slatted seats get hard on the bum after an hour or so but we managed to bag a cushioned carriage, left over from the days when they had second class. Most of the windows wouldn’t close and people kept moving spots according to which way the rain was coming from.

Kanchanaburi Station

Kanchanaburi Station

Once in Kanchanaburi, we found a tuk-tuk and made our way to the Pong Phen Guesthouse, where we had stayed back in 2008. Little has changed, except for a fresh coat of paint over everything. There were lots of backpackers around, as well as the older men of dubious quality who always seem to have a Thai girl nearby. Life in the guesthouse centres around the pretty little restaurant and bar at the front where cheap food and drink is in good supply. We off loaded our bag of laundry and wandered along the main road to pick up a variety of street food.
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Just near the laneway to PongPhen is the B.T. Travel Centre. They had served us well last time so we headed back. The cute girl at the front desk seemed to get happier and happier as we ordered more services, first a private car and driver to go to Hellfire Pass, then a trip to wash elephants in the River Kwai and finally a car to take us back to Bangkok airport. Everything was organised to our satisfaction and in one swoop, our three days were filled in.

View from our terrace at PongPhen Guesthouse

View from our terrace at PongPhen Guesthouse

On our last trip five years ago, we explored the war museums and the poignant war cemetery in and around Kanchanaburi. At the time, the weather was very hot and we ended up skipping the actual walk of Hellfire Pass, site of the horrific work camps on the Thai Burma Railroad. The weather at this time of year is very mild and pleasant so we looked forward to trekking along the 4km stretch of rail cuttings that have been prserved as a monument. As it turned out, only 2.5km was available due to some operations by the Thai Military on the far end section.

Hellfire Pass

Hellfire Pass

The Hellfire Pass Museum is a wonderful shrine to the POWs and Asian workers who died or suffered during the construction of the railway. It was built and is maintained by the Australian Government and offers free entry and free use of an audio commentary pack along the way. A feature of the commentary is actual recorded memories from ex-POWs that help put everything into context. It is a moving experience. Tour groups are not allowed to set out on the walk itself, only private groups. We were equipped with a two way radio and were checked on periodically to ensure our safety. The Thai girl who managed the communications did offer some good advice, “If you see a tiger, RUN!”

Australian Memorial, Hellfire Pass

Australian Memorial, Hellfire Pass

At only 2.5km, the walk was easy, although we were hot and tired at the end due to the number of ravines we had to cross. The various cuttings we passed through were mostly dug by hand, using hammers, chisels and hoes. The removed rock was carted in baskets to create fill for the ravine crossings. It must have been horrendous work. Faced with the inhumanity of the situation, it is easy to overlook the sheer engineering genius of the Japanese to plan and construct such a rail line in such a short time. Hundreds of trestle bridges were constructed using teak cut from the surrounding jungle.
We radioed in that we had completed the walk and our car came and picked us up to deliver us to Nam Tok Station. After a brief lunch, we hopped onto the train to return to Kanchanaburi via the River Kwai valley, the sides of which were studded with amazing tressle bridges. The scenery was amazing, with towering mountians, spectacular rail cuttings and wonderful river views. It was a great train trip, yet neither of us had any trouble nodding off through big parts of it. We were bushed.

Scenery along the Nam Tok Rail journey

Scenery along the Nam Tok Rail journey

One thing we did notice along the way was the huge area of hemp plantings. These crops looked very much like good old “pot” but apparently are used as a bio-diesel crop. Most of the Kwai Valley seemed to be growing hemp so either the locals are continually stoned or there is money in bio fuel. A bit of research revealed that Thailand ranks sixth in the World for the use of bio-fuels through sugar cane, cassava, oil-palms and hemp. However, there is considerable concern over the loss of food crops to the planting of fuel crops.
The highlight of our stay in Kanchanaburi, and the whole trip, was bathing with an elephant in the River Kwai. We did this on our last trip and loved it, but this time the experience was much better. The elephant camp we went to looks after older elephants that are too old to work in logging operations. Most come from Burma or the highland border country. The love between the handler and elephant is obvious and all the elephants appeared to be well looked after with only light loads to carry and plenty of rest time. We were given a 45 year old female and climbed on to ride bare-back down to the river. The walk down the steeply sloping river bank was quite scary and Christine made lots of noises but managed to stay within the bounds of decency.

Negotiating the steep bank. Can you hear Christine screaming?

Negotiating the steep bank. Can you hear Christine screaming?

Once in the water, the handler jumped off and left us to it. He would call some instructions to the big old girl (the elephant that is) and she would sink us, or gently buck us. Often, we managed to hang on but I got thrown several times while Christine stayed on all bar once, having the ears to hold on to. Getting back on to the elephant was fun, especially over the trunk and head. It is one thing to have a 50kg handler clambering up and over but quite another to put up with our lumbering torsos. The old girl showed great patience.
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She was a grand old lady

She was a grand old lady

Make your own caption for this one

Make your own caption for this one

Finally, it was time to return up the bank. The handler remained on the ground and barked instructions. The elephant took quite a while to move, seeming to decide on a suitable path up the bank. Once on the move though, she negotiated the climb with ease. I kept telling myself (and Christine) that the elephant had done this many times and knew what she was doing. Christine just replied with strangling noises and one profanity. Having reached flat ground, the elephant walked sedately back to the camp and we climbed off, thrilled with the whole experience.
We changed out of our wet gear and dried off. I found a 1000Baht ($33) note in my pocket which was soaked through. It was only later, about 10 minutes away from the camp, that I remembered it, sitting on the top of the toilet cistern. It was the only money we’d brought with us so I told our driver, who immediately turned around and went back. Of course, the money was gone. It seems that one of the employees found it and had already been to the local roadside stall and spent some of it. Through the driver, I made it very clear that it was my fault and didn’t want any trouble, but it seems that the incident brought some shame to the camp and the boss man insisted on giving me 1000baht. I felt bad but the driver assured us that the camp people would feel better. I’m not sure about the fate of the employee though.
On our last night in Kanchanaburi (and Thailand), we walked to the local markets for a few last minute T-shirts and some reading glasses to replace the pair lying somewhere in the River Kwai Gorge. (Never lean out of a train window with glasses hooked into your shirt). We found an interesting restaurant on the dog-leg bend near the war cemetry called Coffee Paul. It was a small place that shared menus with a larger establishment next door. Offerings on the little Coffee Paul menu were mostly starters and snack food but after sampling some dumplings and fish cakes, we worked our way through four dishes. Everything we ordered was unlike any we’d encountered before. The food was absolutely amazing and at $2 a plate, cheap as well. No wonder the two restaurants were packed when all others around were empty. The locals seemed to know.
Our private car to the airport proved to be a blessing. The traffic in Bangkok is proving so bad that allowances of several hours over and above normal travel times are necessary. In our case, we made the trip from Kanchanaburi to Suvarnabhani Airport in very good time, a shade over two hours. As you travel up to the main terminal on elevated roads, it is possible to see the parked planes stretched out all around. What I did notice was the complete lack of Air Asia planes. The last time we had flown out of Bangkok with Air Asia it was from Suvarnabhani. It is possible they have moved to the older Don Mueang. A quick check of the documentation showed this was the case, leaving us some 45kms away from our destination. Even worse, the driver said he did not know the way. He could drive from Kanchanaburi to either airport but would not be able to find his way across Bangkok. He drove us down the motorway for a bit and stopped in a layover to flag down a taxi for us. After three cabs, he finally managed to negotiate things for us, saying the drivers wanted 500baht up front and another 500 on arrival. In fact, we found that this meant our driver was going to pocket the 500baht and we pay the taxi 500 at the airport. Things got a little fuzzy. All we wanted was to get across town and find the right airport. In the end, everyone got what they wanted and the two mad Aussies paid handsomely for the privilege. Later, we found that Air Asia runs a free shuttle between the two airports.
We seem to be losing the plot with travel arrangements lately. Time to go home. Ahead of us is a two hour flight to Kuala Lumpur, three hours of stop over and a five hour flight. At least the last leg to Perth is in lovely lie-down Premium seats.

 

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