Bangkok, Thailand

Bangkok Snacking Tour

Back in Bangkok (after 4 previous visits while visiting the rest of Thailand 7-8 years ago), I had just enough time to swing through my favorite snacking neighborhoods and have a nice Thai massage.

On my first day I felt like a zombie due to hardly catching any sleep on the redeye from Colombo. Fortunately my hotel let me check in early so I could take a nap in the afternoon. On my second, rested day, I hopped the skytrain to the riverboat to cruise up northwest of the main temple region so I could stroll along the roads with countless food tables selling everything from fresh squeezed fruit juice, coconut flavored popcorn, fresh fruit, homemade candy, and every kind of Thai dish imaginable. My aim was to walk back through Chinatown to the main train station where there was access to the subway line.

Unfortunately, Bangkok is one of those cities with a road network that twists around and doubles back like a plate of spaghetti. I ended up getting very lost and walked much farther than I had to due to my disorientation.

Bangkok Snacking Tour

I decided to recover by having a 2 hour Thai massage at my favorite place “Let’s Relax”. A proper Thai massage is actually quite painful and includes a lot of deep tissue work and elbowing, but you definitely feel very revitalized afterwards. At times it feels like they are trying to pry the meat off your bones, but it is definitely worth it. A 2 hour massage costs around $25. Cheap!

Otherwise, I spent most of my time running errands around town getting ready for being back in the 3rd world for the next few weeks. Bangkok has a population of about 14 million and is very modern compared to most Asian nations. It has excellent public transportation in the form of skytrains, subways, river boats, canal boats, and buses, taxis, and tuk tuks. It is also full of big modern shopping malls that the masses seem to enjoy hanging out in, probably to get out of the tropical heat.

Bangkok, Thailand

The Quiet Side of Bangkok

I seemed to have some sort of stomach virus over my last few days in Bangkok. Either that or food poisoning. The thought of certain Thai foods still make me want to run to the bathroom 🙂

While in a fairly weak state, I did finally manage to get around and see the Vimanmek Teak Mansion — which is a bit hard to get to on public transportation so I had been putting it off.

It seems that years ago, the King of Thailand made a visit to Europe where he met other heads of state and decided he too needed a royal palace (like they all had). It was very impressive, I must say. Built in the 1800’s, it’s the largest teak mansion of its kind in the world with over 80 rooms. It was used briefly as the Thai White House (so-to-speak) and continues to be used for entertaining foreign dignitaries. You need to walk around in your bare feet to preserve the flooring. All wood, everywhere.

There were plenty of other interesting little buildings to snoop around in the compound that mostly contain artwork or Thai crafts. It was a nice place to get away from the usual hustle and bustle of Bangkok. I had to keep taking sit-down breaks to regain my strength, however.

Kanchanaburi Province, Thailand

Journey on the Death Railway

Well I’m back in Bangkok, having taken the Death Railway here bright and early this morning. Fortunately there were no unforeseen circumstances. I’m not sure who coined the phrase “Death Railway”, but I figure Rupert Murdoch must have had a hand in it. It sounds like a headline from one of his tabloids.

Actually, the “Death Railway” runs over the “Bridge Over the River Kwai”, and was built under the direction of the Japanese during their occupation of Thailand during WWII. It was meant to provide Japan with an alternative supply route that would have allowed them to expand into India and Iran. The sad thing is that over 100,000 people died building the thing. Most of them were Indian, Chinese, and Malay laborers, but thousands were Allied POWs. Most of the POWs were from Australia, Britain, and Holland, so I’m not sure Americans know much about it. The bridge was targeted by the Allies, obviously, to interrupt the route. The alternative was for the Japanese to use the sea, but that route was attacked too easily.

Anyway, there are a number of really good museums on the whole thing. It’s a sobering thing to visit the area knowing about all the deaths, horrible conditions, and hardship that went into building it. Most of the railway was immediately dismantled after the end of WWII, but one leg of it remains back into Bangkok (which I rode this morning). There are big well-manicured Allied cemeteries around the area. I was surprised to learn that those home made radios hidden into broom handles on Hogan’s Heroes were actually based on fact! The museums had samples. Google “Death Railway”, “Hellfire Pass”, or “Bridge over the River Kwai” if you want to know more.

I have a couple of days here in old BKK before I hop on my flight back to Perth (Sunday). I’ve been hoping to do a bit of shopping before I return. Hand ideas of cheap clothing, but I’ve noticed waist sizes only going up to “30” around here. I haven’t been THAT size since high school!

Kanchanaburi Province, Thailand

Next to that bridge…

After an exciting week of ramming back and forth between eastern and western Thailand, I’ve decided to chill out in a sweet suite here in Kanchanaburi, just up the road from that famous “Bridge over the River Kwai”. It’s a lot touristier than Ubon, the place at the opposite end of the country where I just came from. I think I would have preferred something a bit in-between. At least there should be a lot to do here.

Although I managed to get the last sleeping berth on the train, it wasn’t quite as nice as the overnight train I took to Chiang Mai last year. I was stuck with an upper bunk, which has little headroom and little ventilation. I was sweating; lying there is bed for hours before I could get to sleep. There was a vent up on my ceiling, but when I opened it up, and bunch of black dusty crud fell down out of it and onto my nice clean pillow. Yuck!

I did eventually get to sleep for about 4-5 hours, so it wasn’t so bad. Getting the bus out here to Kanchanaburi from Bangkok was a lot easier. I have to confess to being somewhat embarrassed when I arrived. After hopping off the bus, a man I thought was a taxi driver plugged his taxi service with no taxi in sight. I agreed to the price and he escorted me to his bicycle rickshaw. I felt like such a colonialist in the back of that thing as he peddled a good mile or two out to my guesthouse. Poor guy. He was probably older than me. I made sure to give him a good tip.

This is a very popular weekend destination for Thais as well as Western backpackers. The weather is definitely more humid than Ubon was, but it isn’t nearly a hot as Ayutthaya.

Thailand, Ubon Ratchathani Province

Exit, Stage Left

Well Ubon has turned out to be somewhat of a fizzer in my eyes. I have a feeling there is a bit of a push to promote this region of Thailand. Tourism here seems largely undeveloped, probably due to the fact that it was more or less off limits to tourists for security reasons up through the late 1990’s with Khmer Rouge activity in the area.

Perhaps the feeling is that the tourists need to come first before the tourist businesses can be worth setting up. There are a few things to see in town, including a decent historical museum, but most of what’s available I managed to get through in less than a day. The surrounding area is supposed to have some worthwhile excursions, but there aren’t any tours heading to them because, I was told by the Thailand tourism authority, “There aren’t enough tourists”. And while you could try to negotiate some transportation with a local driver, it is hard to find anyone who can understand what you want. Most businesses here, including my hotel, seem to treat me as more of a nuisance than anything else. I get the impression that most Westerners who visit here are only stopping on their way to or from a visit to Laos (which is just over the border).

Instead of spending the next five days here, milling about town and seeing shops like those in other parts of Thailand, I think I’m going to hop the overnight train to Bangkok and early morning bus to Kanchanaburi clear over on the other side of Thailand near the border with Myanmar (aka Burma). Hopefully they still have sleeping berths available!

Thailand, Ubon Ratchathani Province

Onward and Outward

After a bit of debate about where to head next, I was enticed into riding the rails to Ubon at the end of the eastern train line. Not only was Lonely Planet hyping it’s “emerald triangle” status, local Thai tour industry people advised me that it was worth a visit as well.

I enjoyed my stay in Pak Chong and found the small city to be quite nice to hang out it. It wasn’t too big, and it seemed very well groomed and cared for. It actually reminded me somewhat of a Thai version of small town America. Even the night market there seemed exceptionally clean and diverse, with a wide range of luscious foods to try and things to buy. But my time had come to get back on the train and keep heading east.

I carefully scrutinized the train schedule to make sure I didn’t end up on another 3rd class only train, but that is precisely where I ended up for the scheduled 7 hour journey to Ubon Ratchathani. This time the train wasn’t so crowded, but the comfort level was otherwise the same: hard wood bench seating and big open windows.

I managed to find a group of six bench seats to call my own and spread out over, which didn’t make it so bad. It’s nice to be able to gaze out the window without anything obstructing your view. There were endless fields of cassava (manioc, which we learned about in geography class years ago) and rice paddies, although not much rice growing this time of year (the dry season). There were also quite a few mysterious plantations of what appeared to be blue gum trees that reminded me somewhat of Australia. There were quite a few water buffalo wandering the fields and dunking themselves in ponds near the tracks. Occasionally the train would have to come to a stop until one of them would get off the tracks.

The most frustrating delay came at the Korat train station where we just seemed to sit there for 1.5 hours with no explanation. Or, at least, no explanation in English! I could not tell what was going on and couldn’t ask anyone else because I was the only Westerner on board. It was quite frustrating and uncomfortable to bake there in the heat of the day with no breeze, but eventually we got going again. It seemed there was some problem with the engine which they eventually replaced. Throughout the ordeal, a non-stop barrage of food dealers would walk past the windows shrieking in your ear as they tried hawking their snacks and meals in Thai. I just had to point at what I wanted to get fed. They would trace the number of baht required as payment out on the palm of their hands to tell me how much it cost.

Eventually, about 2 hours late, we arrived at the distant city of Ubon Ratchathani (or just Ubon, as they seem to like to call it). It was getting late and I hadn’t eaten a decent meal all day, so I hit the streets after checking into my hotel and mimed my way into some food. Nobody seems to speak English here.

Buriram Province, Nakhon Ratchasima Province, Thailand

Home, James

I’ve spent close to seven weeks in Thailand over the past year, so I have been looking to visit areas that can provide different experiences from those I’ve already had. The easiest places to visit seem to have well worn tourist trails, plenty of English spoken, and group excursions available for reasonable prices. The problem with these areas is that you’ll often feel you’re not even overseas, being surrounded by too many people like yourself.

The challenge is to find a region that doesn’t get so many tourists, but is still relatively easy to travel through. I find language differences to be the biggest obstacle, but having a lack of group tours/transportation can also get frustrating and expensive. Visiting Khao Yai National Park was a nice departure from the kinds of things I had previously done in Thailand, but I did have the luxury of spending most of my time with fluent English speaking Thais and groups of people interested in seeing and doing the same things and sharing the costs.

There was another historical park in Thailand that perked my interest in the region I’ve been visiting, but it seemed difficult to find any kind of group tour going there. The place is called Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung and is perched on top of the summit of a old volcano not far from the Cambodian border. It is actually related to Angkor Wat, and designed in the same style — although it is much smaller. I guess you could say it’s the closest thing Thailand has to an Angkor Wat, and not really all that far away.

Why not just go to Angkor Wat? Some day I would like to, but everyone I’ve ever met who has ventured there on land from Thailand warns against it. The road there is supposed to be horrendously bad (once you cross the border into Cambodia), and the child touts are suppose to be notorious for hassling. Of all the countries in Southeast Asia, Cambodia has the reputation for being the hardest to travel through.

So a trip to Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historial Park would give me something of the same flavor of Angkor Wat without the hassle. The only problem was getting there. There are a series of trains, trucks, and tuk-tuks you can negotiate to get there — but if you don’t know Thai, it can also leave you lost.

I ended up just negotiating a deal with the manager of the safari guesthouse I was staying in in Pak Chong to be my personal driver for the day. His English was fine, and for about $50 he was essentially my chauffer for the day — throwing in a few extra sites on the way there and back and paying all travel expenses. The negotiation session was actually pretty funny, because we kept going back and forth trying to nail down our exact expectations for the day. He originally charged me one price, but wanted to return to Pak Chong early — even though it was a 3 hour drive away. I had no interest in investing the money and only having a little time there. I was far more interested in being there at sunset when the light was nice for photography. He could have just said no, but he clearly wanted to do the trip for some reason. As it turned out, after our safari tour guide got involved, it was disclosed that the guesthouse manager was hoping to do a bit of marketing for his business while we were there — so he was eager to close the deal for just a few extra dollars (which would give me a longer visit). I was sitting at a table where these intense negotiations were taking place between various people associated with the safari business — all in the language of Thai, and leaving me with no idea what they were all getting so fired up about. It was like a meeting of the chiefs.

Of all the historical parks I’ve been to in Thailand, Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historial Park was by far the best restored. And its style was significantly different from Ayuthaya or Sukhothai. In fact, the style was much more in line with what I had visited around Delhi in India last year. And there was a good reason for that: Ayuthaya and Sukhothai were predominantly Buddhist societies in their heyday, while Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung was originally Hindu (but later Buddhist) when it was built between the 10th and 13th centuries. I think that’s right, anyway. While it was really interesting to snoop around Ayuthaya and Sukhothai and imagine what they were like when they served as Khmer capitols, Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung was much easier to appreciate because most of the structure had been fully restored. Another equally well preserved historical park, Prasat Meuang Tam, was at the foot of the volcano, and was also built in a similar Hindu style.

I enjoyed the visit, but couldn’t help but feel somewhat guilty about leaving my driver in the car in the heat of the day waiting around for me to return. I did try to get him to come in with me so at least he would have something to do, but he didn’t seem interested.

Like most of Asia, driving on Thai roads can seem quite perilous (and probably is — but I’ve rarely seen accidents). I would have to say the drive back to Pak Chong afterwards at dusk was the second more terrifying of my life. I don’t mean for that to sound like a Get Smart joke. I can tell you the most terrifying was the drive back from seeing the Taj Mahal in Agra, India last year. At least Thais turn their lights on a night, unlike a lot of Indians! Some of the roads were safer than others, but the scariest were two lane roads with lots of traffic all traveling at different speeds with the faster cars desperately trying to get past the slower cars. It was fairly common to find yourself in a double pass where two cars pass a slower car at the same time — taking up both the oncoming lane and oncoming shoulder all the way over on the other side of the road.

Nakhon Ratchasima Province, Thailand

Safari Jungle Jaunt

Our real safari took place over the course of a very long day entirely inside Thailand’s Khao Yai National Park. This was a really great experience. The national park was on top of a big mountain (the name literally translates to “Big Hill or Mountain”) and was covered with thick jungle and rain forest. Among the wild animals found within the boundaries of the park were elephants, sambar and barking deer, macaques, gibbons, exotic birds (including the huge Great Hornbill), tigers, cobras, wild pigs, Malayan sun and Asiatic black bears, leopards, serows, loris, gaurs, and crocodiles.

A group of three Germans men, a French couple, myself, two guides, and a driver started early from our guesthouse and traveled way up the mountain into the thick jungle growth. The park was very well maintained and comfortable to travel through — with excellent roads and good facilities. Our Thai guides were quite passionate about wildlife and rode standing on the back of our songthaew (converted pickup truck) keeping their eyes out for anything of interest. The first thing they spotted was a Great Hornbill. They pulled the truck over and well all piled out to check it out.

Once the engine was quiet, you could quickly appreciate the richness of the jungle. The sound of the wildlife up through the tall rainforest was unreal. It reminded me much of my experiences in the Karri forests of southwestern Australia or the wetlands of Kakadu National Park. It is almost a feeling you’re in a cathedral of some kind with the sound of a loud choir in concert. The volume and exoticness of these really wild places is really quite amazing. You just want to stand there, scrutinizing everything going on around you and every sound being made, and take it all in. Hearing all the loud and exotic wildlife was like music to my ears.

As our journey progressed through the park, we quickly saw other exotic birds, gibbons swinging acrobatically through the canopy of trees, barking deer, and macaques. After driving for a while longer, we were dropped off at the crossroad of a jungle track where we started a long hike through the wilderness. Most trails in the park are simply formed by the movement of wildlife, so compasses had to be used to orient ourselves. We donned our leach socks to protect ourselves from ticks and rapidly found the telephone-pole-sized tracks of a wild elephant. Our guide pointed out clay-spackled trees where the elephants had scratched their backs, and of course, the largest scat you’ve ever come across in the wilderness.

You’d think following an elephant’s track would be well forged and pretty easy, but you’d be amazed at how rugged a terrain they can travel through. Where we were struggling to push branches out of our way and could only assume the elephants’ bodies were probably pushing the tree trunks of those branches out of their way. The elephants seemed fully capable of scaling up steep banks and walking along thin ridges. All the way we were instructed to carefully follow in the footsteps of our guides. You wouldn’t want to step on a cobra underneath those leaves, you see. One bite from a cobra and our guides wouldn’t physically be able to get you to the hospital in time to save you. Fortunately, we were assured, cobras were nocturnal and not likely to be up and about while we were there — but they had been seen on treks before.

We finally found our way down to a very nice swimming hole next to a beautiful waterfall along a cold mountain stream. Since we had driven up to a fairly high elevation, this water was much colder than anything I have experienced in Thailand — but after hours of hiking through the jungle, it was extremely refreshing to dive in. We had a nice little break, ate a luscious banana and rice snack wrapped in banana leaves (picked up from a local shop on the way to the park), jumped off the waterfall cliff, and continued hiking up the river along the elephant track.

At one point we found ourselves along the river in a cloud of beautifully colored monarch butterflies in all types of styles and colors. We all just looked at each other in amazement as these thousands of differently colored butterflies gently floated around swirling amongst us. It turned out to be just a typical jungle scene. It actually seemed every similar to the experience of walking through a butterfly house in a zoo, but I had always thought those places were too artificial an environment to be real. I guess they’re actually modeled after their natural jungle habitat.

We continued hiking up past two more beautiful waterfalls and refreshing swimming holes, taking a break, some packed lunch, and a dip at each one. The third waterfall we came to happened to be featured in the Leonardo DiCaprio movie “The Beach” and, as a result, attracted the luxury coach brigade of overweight tourists. It was at that point our wilderness trek met up with the public again. Guess I’ll have to see “The Beach” sometime. At least on screen. I seem to have visited all the locations they used to film it in various parts of Thailand in person.

One of our last little treks of the day, before nightfall, was along a crocodile infested river. Or at least that’s what we were told. We didn’t actually see any crocodiles, but we did see plenty of macaques swooping through the trees over our heads. Our guides claimed that crocodiles usually sunk to the bottom of the river while the macaques were around because they found the monkeys too difficult to deal with.

We did watch the jungle food chain in action for a while along the banks of this river with macaques feeding off of fruit in the tops of trees and dropping nuts down into the river. In the river, a school of fish were poised to attack and gobble up anything that fell in the water near them. The feeding frenzy was like watching piranhas in action. There were LOTS of fish. Which is where the crocodiles come in — although we never did actually see any.

After a bit more driving around the park to check out the mountain peaks and spectacular (but very hazy this time of year) views, we made a bit of an effort to do some nocturnal wildlife spotting. We were actually all quite cold and tired at this point of the day up on top of the mountain at that hour as we slowly made our way for the exit.

Fortunately, we had one last thrill before leaving the park. After our guides had more or less given up on seeing any more wildlife for the day, our driver slammed on his breaks in the middle of the blackened jungle. A huge elephant with full tusks had taken over the road, illuminated by another stopped vehicle facing the opposite direction. Caught between the headlights, it sort of casually went about its business lumbering back and forth across the road grabbing vegetation with its trunk. Nobody dared wanted to startle it or upset it in any way, so the traffic kept its distance and just started piling up at either end patiently waiting for the huge creature to make up its mind as to where it wanted to go. Eventually it made its way back off the road and deep into the jungle growth.

Khao Yai National Park was really a great place. They had plenty of camping and cabin accommodation there. I could have easily spent a few days there. Maybe I’ll go back some time.

As for tigers? Well, I guess we sort of saw some, but didn’t really. You see, every time one of us would ask about tigers to our guides, their eyes would get big and start darting around in an alarmed state. Then they would realize what you said and act annoyed, saying in their broken English “I thought you said ‘Thai Girls'”. Of course, it worked the other way as well: When we were down by the last waterfall and a couple of Thai women came down for a swim, they would mention “Thai Girl” to each other and we would all jump up and get excited thinking they had spotted a tiger.

I was told by one guide that there were only about 15 tigers in the park. In the six years he’d been giving tours, he’d never seen one — but his associate, who had only been conducting tours for a few years, was fortunate enough to spot one once.

Nakhon Ratchasima Province, Thailand

Same Bat Time, Same Bat Channel

I finally had the chance to see how the other half lives on my train ride from Ayutthaya to Pak Chong. Ahhh… Second Class! The elderly woman who ran my guesthouse in Ayutthaya seemed so overly concerned I would end up on the wrong, expensive train — but it was a nice excursion for me. And only about twice the price as 3rd Class (and still hardly anything by Western standards). It was about the same standard of service you’d expect from Amtrak with roomy, reclining seats and air-conditioned carriages. Unlike Amtrak, however, we also had cabin boys repeatedly sweeping and mopping below our feet. It was a nice way to spend a leisurely 3 hours riding up into the mountains of eastern central Thailand.

My wildlife safari operators were waiting for me patiently at the train station, having come earlier thinking I was on another train. Our late-afternoon/evening tour was starting in only an hour after my arrival. They whisked me on to their guesthouse in the country outside of town where I took the opportunity to grab what I needed for the first part of the safari.

The safari was split over two days. The first day’s tour actually took place outside of the park, but it was enjoyable nonetheless. There was a cool refreshing mountain spring to swim in, a Buddhist temple to visit (there’s an original idea!), and most interestingly, bat caves to check out.

It seems Buddhist monks have taken over a lot of the easily accessible caves in Thailand for meditation purposes. One such cave we visited near a Wat had a handful of small bats hanging from the ceiling, just up above the imported Buddhist shrines. But the really cool bat caves were a bit too remote for us to go inside.

One particular cave on top of a big rugged hill was estimated to have over a million bats in it. Just after sunset each night, the million bats would habitually file out in a huge cloud heading into the wind before dispersing in their hunt for the evening’s feed of flying insects. It was absolutely amazing to watch this seemingly endless cloud of bats swarm out of their cave and off into the sunset for a good half hour. We didn’t hang around much after dark, but we were told the stream lasted around full ninety minutes.

Ayuthaya Province, Thailand

Befriending Buddhist

I was up early in the morning touring the ruins of Ayutthaya when I spotted a young Buddhist boy in his shaved head and bright orange robe wandering the grounds. I tried sneaking a few photographs of him when he noticed me and ran up to me with a big smile on his face. He asked whether he could practice his English on me. His English actually seemed pretty good, but I sat down with him so he could work out a few kinks in his communication skills. He had an English / Thai translation book handy.

I was quite surprised to learn that he was only seven years old. He had been a Buddhist for three years and was about to embark on a trip to Germany to study at an English language monastery for five years — all by himself (without family)! He was actually on his way to Kuala Lumpur (Malaysia) to meet his girlfriend before flying off to Europe. She was also 7. He showed me a picture of her. She was Chinese and met him on a family vacation to his home town in Thailand. He had written her a love letter and asked me to proof read it for him. I think he wanted help on pronouncing it because he had only known how to look up the written translation in his books.

He seemed quite keen on women for his age, asking me what I thought of Thai women and expressing his preference for lighter skinned Chinese. I asked him whether he liked German women (seeing as he was headed in that direction anyway) and he told me they were “too long”.

Talking with him confirmed what I had heard last year when I was here: that many Buddhist monks are only practicing as a way of social support. In his case, he seemed to be practicing to get support and a free education. He even told me he was planning to quit when he turned 19 (after high school). Buddhism seems to serve as the social safety net in these parts.

I spent a few hours talking with him. I felt kind of cool walking around with this guy most Thais seemed to have such high reverence for, bowing before him and expressing their personal thoughts to him in Thai. At one point I think a security guard took advantage of him by telling him he wasn’t getting a lunch break and needed food. The 7 year old monk promptly forked over all the food he had in his satchel. I felt kind of bad for him and took him out to lunch afterwards, even after he showed me his ATM card. Minutes later a partially blind Thai woman would kneel before him asking for a blessing or prayer. In exchange, she left him a coke. He seemed kind of embarrassed about it in front of me, but I found in interesting to see how the exchange of food would probably work out between him and others in the end after all.

Needless to say, he was very mature for his age. I couldn’t believe it when he told me he was only seven. I think he was lonely traveling on his own and thought we were going to spend the whole day together, but I had to shake him loose after lunch. Interesting experience, anyway…