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Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historical Park, Chaloem Phra Kiat District, Buri Ram, Thailand
Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historical Park, Chaloem Phra Kiat District, Buri Ram, Thailand

I’ve spent close to seven weeks in Thailand over the past year, so I have been looking to visit areas that offer experiences different 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.

Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historical Park, Chaloem Phra Kiat District, Buri Ram, Thailand
Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historical Park, Chaloem Phra Kiat District, Buri Ram, Thailand
Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historical Park, Chaloem Phra Kiat District, Buri Ram, Thailand
Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historical Park, Chaloem Phra Kiat District, Buri Ram, Thailand

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 the lack of group tours/transportation can also be 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 speakers, Thais, and groups of people interested in seeing and doing the same things and sharing the costs.

Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historical Park, Chaloem Phra Kiat District, Buri Ram, Thailand
Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historical Park, Chaloem Phra Kiat District, Buri Ram, Thailand
Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historical Park, Chaloem Phra Kiat District, Buri Ram, Thailand
Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historical Park, Chaloem Phra Kiat District, Buri Ram, Thailand

There was another historical park in Thailand that piqued my interest in the region I’ve been visiting, but it seemed difficult to find any group tour to it. The place is called Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung and is perched atop the summit of an 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.

Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historical Park, Chaloem Phra Kiat District, Buri Ram, Thailand
Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historical Park, Chaloem Phra Kiat District, Buri Ram, Thailand
Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historical Park, Chaloem Phra Kiat District, Buri Ram, Thailand
Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historical Park, Chaloem Phra Kiat District, Buri Ram, Thailand

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 supposed to be notorious for hassling. Of all the countries in Southeast Asia, Cambodia has the reputation for being the hardest to travel through.

Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historical Park, Chaloem Phra Kiat District, Buri Ram, Thailand
Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historical Park, Chaloem Phra Kiat District, Buri Ram, Thailand
Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historical Park, Chaloem Phra Kiat District, Buri Ram, Thailand
Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historical Park, Chaloem Phra Kiat District, Buri Ram, Thailand

So a trip to Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historical Park would give me something of the same flavour 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.

Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historical Park, Chaloem Phra Kiat District, Buri Ram, Thailand
Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historical Park, Chaloem Phra Kiat District, Buri Ram, Thailand
Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historical Park, Chaloem Phra Kiat District, Buri Ram, Thailand
Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historical Park, Chaloem Phra Kiat District, Buri Ram, Thailand

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 chauffeur for the day — throwing in a few extra sites on the way there and back and paying all travel expenses.

Carving from Four Buddha Footprints, Wat Khao Chan Ngam, Sikhio, Nakhon Ratchasima, Thailand
Carving from Four Buddha Footprints, Wat Khao Chan Ngam, Sikhio, Nakhon Ratchasima, Thailand
Reclining Buddha near Four Buddha Footprints, Wat Khao Chan Ngam, Sikhio, Nakhon Ratchasima, Thailand
Reclining Buddha near Four Buddha Footprints, Wat Khao Chan Ngam, Sikhio, Nakhon Ratchasima, Thailand
Carving from Four Buddha Footprints, Wat Khao Chan Ngam, Sikhio, Nakhon Ratchasima, Thailand
Carving from Four Buddha Footprints, Wat Khao Chan Ngam, Sikhio, Nakhon Ratchasima, Thailand

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 I only had 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 intense negotiations were taking place among various people associated with the safari business—all in Thai —leaving me with no idea what they were getting so fired up about. It was like a meeting of the chiefs.

Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historical Park, Chaloem Phra Kiat District, Buri Ram, Thailand
Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historical Park, Chaloem Phra Kiat District, Buri Ram, Thailand
Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historical Park, Chaloem Phra Kiat District, Buri Ram, Thailand
Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historical Park, Chaloem Phra Kiat District, Buri Ram, Thailand

Of all the historical parks I’ve been to in Thailand, Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historical Park was by far the best restored. And its style was significantly different from that of Ayutthaya or Sukhothai. In fact, the style was much more in line with what I had seen around Delhi, India, last year. And there was a good reason for that: Ayutthaya and Sukhothai were predominantly Buddhist societies in their heyday, whereas Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung was originally Hindu (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 capitals, 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.

Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historical Park, Chaloem Phra Kiat District, Buri Ram, Thailand
Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historical Park, Chaloem Phra Kiat District, Buri Ram, Thailand
Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historical Park, Chaloem Phra Kiat District, Buri Ram, Thailand
Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historical Park, Chaloem Phra Kiat District, Buri Ram, Thailand

I enjoyed the visit, but couldn’t help feeling 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 he would at least have something to do, but he didn’t seem interested.

Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historical Park, Chaloem Phra Kiat District, Buri Ram, Thailand
Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historical Park, Chaloem Phra Kiat District, Buri Ram, Thailand
Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historical Park, Chaloem Phra Kiat District, Buri Ram, Thailand
Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historical Park, Chaloem Phra Kiat District, Buri Ram, Thailand

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 most 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 at night, unlike a lot of Indians! Some of the roads were safer than others, but the scariest were two-lane roads with heavy traffic, all travelling at different speeds, with the faster cars desperately trying to get past the slower ones. 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 the oncoming shoulder, all the way over on the other side of the road.

Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historical Park, Chaloem Phra Kiat District, Buri Ram, Thailand
Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historical Park, Chaloem Phra Kiat District, Buri Ram, Thailand
Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historical Park, Chaloem Phra Kiat District, Buri Ram, Thailand
Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historical Park, Chaloem Phra Kiat District, Buri Ram, Thailand
Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historical Park, Chaloem Phra Kiat District, Buri Ram, Thailand
Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historical Park, Chaloem Phra Kiat District, Buri Ram, Thailand
Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historical Park, Chaloem Phra Kiat District, Buri Ram, Thailand
Prasat Hin Khao Phanom Rung Historical Park, Chaloem Phra Kiat District, Buri Ram, Thailand
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 atop a large mountain (the name literally translates to “Big Hill or Mountain”) and was covered with thick jungle and rainforest. 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.

Gibbon swinging from tree in Khao Yai National Park, Thailand
Gibbon swinging from tree in Khao Yai National Park, Thailand

A group of three German men, a French couple, myself, two guides, and a driver started early from our guesthouse and travelled 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 we all piled out to check it out.

Scarlet Minivet (Pericrocotus speciosus) in Khao Yai National Park, Thailand
Scarlet Minivet (Pericrocotus speciosus) in Khao Yai National Park, Thailand

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 as if 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 are really quite amazing. You just want to stand there, scrutinising 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.

Jungle Growth in Khao Yai National Park, Thailand
Jungle Growth in Khao Yai National Park, Thailand

As our journey progressed through the park, we quickly saw other exotic birds, gibbons swinging through the canopy, barking deer, and macaques. After driving a while longer, we were dropped off at the crossroads of a jungle track, where we began a long hike through the wilderness. Most trails in the park are simply formed by wildlife movement, so we had to use compasses to orient ourselves. We donned our leech 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.

Gibbon swinging from tree in Khao Yai National Park, Thailand
Gibbon swinging from tree in Khao Yai National Park, Thailand

You’d think following an elephant’s track would be well-trodden and pretty easy, but you’d be amazed at how rugged a terrain they can travel through. 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.

Haew Suwat Waterfall in Khao Yai National Park, Thailand
Haew Suwat Waterfall in Khao Yai National Park, Thailand

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.

Golden Orb-Weaver (Trichonephila pilipes) in Khao Yai National Park, Thailand
Golden Orb-Weaver (Trichonephila pilipes) in Khao Yai National Park, Thailand

At one point, we found ourselves along the river, surrounded by a cloud of beautifully coloured monarch butterflies in all types of styles and colours. 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 very similar to 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 modelled after their natural jungle habitat.

Haew Suwat Waterfall in Khao Yai National Park, Thailand
Haew Suwat Waterfall in Khao Yai National Park, Thailand

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 Leonardo DiCaprio’s 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 filming locations 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 overhead. Our guides claimed that crocodiles usually sank 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 on fruit in the treetops and dropping nuts 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.

View from Khao Yai National Park, Thailand
View from Khao Yai National Park, Thailand

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 spot some nocturnal wildlife. 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.

Elephant crossing road through Khao Yai National Park, Thailand
Elephant crossing road through Khao Yai National Park, Thailand

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 brakes in the middle of the blackened jungle. A group of huge elephants, some 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 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.

Millions of Bats flying out of Khao Luk Chang Bat Cave at dusk near Khao Yai National Park, Thailand
Millions of Bats flying out of Khao Luk Chang Bat Cave at dusk near Khao Yai National Park, Thailand

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 sometime.

As for tigers? Well, I guess we sort of saw some, but didn’t really. You see, every time one of us would ask our guides about tigers, their eyes would get big and start darting around in an alarmed state. Then they would realise 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 that 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.

View from Khao Yai National Park, Thailand
View from Khao Yai National Park, 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.

3,000-5,000-year-old Prehistoric Cave Paintings near Khao Chan Ngam, Nakhon Ratchasima Province, Thailand.
3,000-5,000-year-old Prehistoric Cave Paintings near Khao Chan Ngam, Nakhon Ratchasima Province, Thailand.

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.

Cave near Khao Yai National Park, Thailand
Cave near Khao Yai National Park, Thailand
Buddhist Temple in Cave near Khao Yai National Park, Thailand
Buddhist Temple in Cave near Khao Yai National Park, Thailand

It seems Buddhist monks have taken over many of the easily accessible caves in Thailand for meditation. 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.

Millions of Bats flying out of Khao Luk Chang Bat Cave at dusk near Khao Yai National Park, Thailand
Millions of Bats flying out of Khao Luk Chang Bat Cave at dusk near Khao Yai National Park, Thailand

One particular cave atop a large, rugged hill was estimated to contain over a million bats. 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 a full ninety minutes.

Millions of Bats flying out of Khao Luk Chang Bat Cave at dusk near Khao Yai National Park, Thailand
Millions of Bats flying out of Khao Luk Chang Bat Cave at dusk near Khao Yai National Park, Thailand
Ayuthaya Province, Thailand

Befriending Buddhist

Buddhist Monk, Ayutthaya, Thailand
Buddhist Monk, Ayutthaya, Thailand

I was up early in the morning touring the ruins of Ayutthaya when I spotted a young Buddhist boy with a shaved head and a bright orange robe wandering the grounds. I tried to sneak a few photographs of him, but when he noticed me, he 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 to help him work out a few kinks in his communication skills. He had an English-Thai translation book handy.

Buddhist Monk, Ayutthaya, Thailand
Buddhist Monk, Ayutthaya, Thailand

I was quite surprised to learn that he was only seven years old (or possibly he mixed the number up with eleven). 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 hometown in Thailand. He had written her a love letter and asked me to proofread it for him. I think he wanted help with pronouncing it because he had only known how to look up the written translation in his books.

Buddhist Monk, Ayutthaya, Thailand
Buddhist Monk, Ayutthaya, Thailand

He seemed quite keen on women for his age, asking me what I thought of Thai women and expressing a preference for lighter-skinned Chinese women. 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”.

Buddha Head in Sacred Bodhi Tree, Ayutthaya Historical Park, Ayutthaya, Thailand
Buddha Head in Sacred Bodhi Tree, Ayutthaya Historical Park, Ayutthaya, Thailand

Talking with him confirmed what I had heard last year when I was here: that many Buddhist monks are practising only as a form of social support. In his case, he seemed to be practising 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.

Ayutthaya Historical Park, Ayutthaya, Thailand
Ayutthaya Historical Park, Ayutthaya, Thailand

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 though he had already shown 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 it interesting to see how the exchange of food would probably work out between him and others in the end, after all.

Ayutthaya Historical Park, Ayutthaya, Thailand
Ayutthaya Historical Park, Ayutthaya, Thailand

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 travelling 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…

Ayutthaya Historical Park, Ayutthaya, Thailand
Ayutthaya Historical Park, Ayutthaya, Thailand
Ayuthaya Province, Bangkok, Thailand

Clash of Classes

Back street commuters in Bangkok, Thailand
Back street commuters in Bangkok, Thailand

I had quite the clash of classes between yesterday and today. After spending a long day pounding the hot pavement of Bangkok, I decided to treat myself to that King Kong movie I had noted on my previous visit.

Before I go any further, let me just say Kong is King. ‘Nuff said.

Anyway, I bought that deluxe “Gold Pass” ticket I mentioned earlier. For about the price of a regular movie ticket in Australia, I got to sit in a special theatre full of huge reclining sofa chairs. No need to exert any energy to recline them; mind you, these babies had electronic push-button controls to get them into whatever exact contortions you desired. Each seat came with its own pillow and blanket set, so you could snuggle up extra-comfy in that chilly, air-conditioned darkness. Next to your seat was a personal hardwood table for holding your popcorn, snacks, Coke, or bar drink. There were waiters prowling the theatre to attend to your every need.

Before the film started, we were entitled to hang out in this luxurious lounge with a free open bar and snacks. The movie had Thai subtitles, and there was that glitzy tribute to the King of Siam before the show started (for which everyone was expected to stand). It seemed that the audience was predominantly made up of Western tourists. I couldn’t help but think it was all a bit frivolous, really.

Ayutthaya Historical Park, Ayutthaya, Thailand
Ayutthaya Historical Park, Ayutthaya, Thailand
Mother and child praying at the Buddha head in the sacred Bodhi Tree, Ayutthaya Historical Park, Ayutthaya, Thailand
Mother and child praying at the Buddha head in the sacred Bodhi Tree, Ayutthaya Historical Park, Ayutthaya, Thailand

And then came today, when I rose early and made a mad dash for the Bangkok train station so I could get out to the “must-see” historic Wat (Buddhist temple) filled Ayutthaya Historical Park for a three-day stay in a finely restored teak guesthouse overlooking a peaceful frog-filled lily-pad-laden pond.

Ayutthaya Historical Park, Ayutthaya, Thailand
Ayutthaya Historical Park, Ayutthaya, Thailand
Ayutthaya Historical Park, Ayutthaya, Thailand
Ayutthaya Historical Park, Ayutthaya, Thailand

The only seats available on this 1.5-hour train trip were third class. This meant hard bench-type seating with no air conditioning or ventilation other than through open windows. The view wasn’t bad (seeing as you had nothing between you and outside to look through), but you just had to be careful not to stick your arm out there. Occasionally a beam or bridge girder would fly past without any warning.

Ayutthaya Historical Park, Ayutthaya, Thailand
Ayutthaya Historical Park, Ayutthaya, Thailand
Ayutthaya Historical Park, Ayutthaya, Thailand
Ayutthaya Historical Park, Ayutthaya, Thailand

Even though I had a reserved seat, it seemed at least half the people on the train were forced to stand for their entire journey. Most of the passengers were Thais, but there were quite a few Western backpackers as well. My guess is they filled up the seats and just continued selling standing-room-only tickets. Fortunately, the trip was an early one and not too hot. I hate to think what a later afternoon train ride must have been like.

Buddha Head in Sacred Bodhi Tree, Ayutthaya Historical Park, Ayutthaya, Thailand
Buddha Head in Sacred Bodhi Tree, Ayutthaya Historical Park, Ayutthaya, Thailand
Ayutthaya Historical Park, Ayutthaya, Thailand
Ayutthaya Historical Park, Ayutthaya, Thailand

It seems much hotter here in Ayutthaya than it was in Bangkok. It must be due to the lack of smog in Bangkok, which filters out the sun’s rays. I only managed a short hike around some of the ruins today before I was forced to retreat to my guesthouse, sweating profusely. There isn’t any air-conditioning in my room, but the house was designed to be cool, with high walls that don’t quite reach the ceiling, polished hardwood floors raised above ground on stilts, and big, breezy windows — all with air circulation in mind. I do have a ceiling fan as well. I plan to get up early tomorrow (before it gets too hot) so I can take a cycle ride around town and visit more ruins.

Ayutthaya Historical Park, Ayutthaya, Thailand
Ayutthaya Historical Park, Ayutthaya, Thailand
Ayutthaya Historical Park, Ayutthaya, Thailand
Ayutthaya Historical Park, Ayutthaya, Thailand

I plan to stay here for three nights before moving on to one of the world’s allegedly best national parks. It’s chock full of wildlife, including elephants and tigers! The guesthouse I’m aiming for sounds like it has some interesting tours (including nocturnal ones).

Elephant Refuge near Ayutthaya, Thailand
Elephant Refuge near Ayutthaya, Thailand
Bangkok, Thailand

Bleary Eyed in Bangkok…

Ayutthaya Historical Park, Ayutthaya, Thailand
Ayutthaya Historical Park, Ayutthaya, Thailand

My 18-hour air odyssey has come to a close. The longest flight of my life! We flew nonstop north from L.A., passing just west of Gilroy (a little east of Watsonville), up over Anchorage, Alaska, deep over Russia, down diagonally across China (which is one big country), and finally over Vietnam and into Bangkok at sunrise. It was nighttime outside the whole way as we followed the dark side of the earth. It was the longest night of my life, I think.

Thai Airways wasn’t a bad way to go… They stuffed us full with three meals that seemed too big to fit on our trays. We had the usual personal movies and TV on demand, and they gave us comfortable seats with lots of leg room (for economy, anyway). I managed to get about five hours of sleep and took another nap on arrival at my guesthouse.

Buddhist Monks picking up supplies in Ayutthaya, Thailand
Buddhist Monks picking up supplies in Ayutthaya, Thailand

I’m now scrambling to come up with local travel plans for my next few weeks here in Thailand. While getting a cheap haircut, I just bumped into a guy who serves lunches over the counter at a shop I visit 3000+ miles away in Perth. Small world…

California, United States

A culturally obligatory pitstop

Big Sur, California
Big Sur, California

Aside from family activities, the biggest highlight of my visit to the U.S. on this trip was the drive up and down through Big Sur in California. I’ve done the drive before, but not in about 16 years. I still remembered the lesson I learned from my previous drive: always fill up the tank before you start either end. You can always buy fuel along the way, but any time you pull into a service station with padlocks on the pumps and signs that say “No Self Service”, you know you’re in for sticker shock. I had the same nasty experience driving out to Uluru in Central Australia from the Stuart Highway. Those fuel prices were the highest I came across driving around Australia in 2004.

Big Sur, California
Big Sur, California
Big Sur, California
Big Sur, California
Big Sur, California
Big Sur, California

Anyway, January seemed like a nice time to enjoy the twists and turns and spectacular misty views of Big Sur without the usual horde of tourists. Among the more interesting discoveries was a huge California condor perched on a railing at a scenic turnout overlooking one of the peaks of the mountainous drive. In case you’re curious, they’re actually butt ugly. And I also stumbled across a huge colony of elephant seals and their newborns on a beach just north of San Simeon. They seemed quite ensconced there, with a newly built boardwalk overlooking them. Obviously I wasn’t the first to find them. It seemed designed to protect them from human spectators.

Elephant Seals rest on beach near San Simeon, California
Elephant Seals rest on beach near San Simeon, California
Elephant Seals rest on beach near San Simeon, California
Elephant Seals rest on beach near San Simeon, California

Well, it came time to temporarily tuck that wilderness stuff away and make the culturally obligatory visit up to Hearst Castle. I had never been there before (usually speeding past), but I found the place equally compelling and repulsive. I have to admit I felt a bit biased against Randolph Hearst after seeing Citizen Kane recently. On the one hand, it was interesting to see the place the movie was supposedly based on. And it was interesting to see some of the antiquities and artworks Hearst collected, along with the Art Deco styling of the era. On the other hand, the whole concept of frivolously blowing this kind of money on something for just himself and his friends, and then having it end up as a $20 amusement park for the general public was a bit nauseating.

Hearst Castle, San Simeon, California
Hearst Castle, San Simeon, California
Hearst Castle, San Simeon, California
Hearst Castle, San Simeon, California
View from the Hearst Castle, San Simeon, California
View from the Hearst Castle, San Simeon, California

Probably the most priceless aspect of the tour was just overhearing the lame banter among the other tourists. Comments like “How would you like to wake up and view that every day!” and “If you had all the money in the world…” were repeated. The staff weren’t any better. Most acted like it was a Disneyland tour (another culturally obligatory visit I’ve been putting off). They were trying to sell portraits of visitors at the entrance. “But what good’s a photo without Mickey?”, I should have asked. And a long line of tour guides all waved goodbye to us in unison at the top of the hill when our bus pulled out. Maybe they were mechanical, as I suspected.

Hearst Castle, San Simeon, California
Hearst Castle, San Simeon, California

The whole experience left me longing to visit the Getty Museum in Los Angeles when I got there. I figured it would be a bit of a contrast to see how two millionaires spent their wads. One for good (or at least it came good in the end for Getty, with free admission for the public to see their vast collection of artworks), and the other for evil, in the case of the purely capitalist Hearst Castle.

Other stops in California included:

Pinnacles National Park near Soledad, California
Pinnacles National Park near Soledad, California
Pinnacles National Park near Soledad, California
Pinnacles National Park near Soledad, California
California Beach near Watsonville, California
California Beach near Watsonville, California
California Beach Dune near Watsonville, California
California Beach Dune near Watsonville, California
Bangkok, Thailand

Santa’s comin’ to town on the back of an elephant…

Spent most of the day walking my dogs off while Christmas shopping. Not much mention of Christmas ’round these Buddhist parts… Not like Singapore, which always gets extra high-tech and glitzy this time of year. Or Kuala Lumpur — even though it’s a Muslim country. New Year’s gets a mention here in Bangkok, but that is probably aimed more at the Chinese population. You just get the odd-sounding Christmas tune in department stores. That’s about it, here in ninety-degree heat. Actually, the weather’s been quite ideal (and perhaps a bit cooler). Nice, dry, warm, and sunny. What Perth should be like right now.

Jim Thompson's House in Bangkok, Thailand
Jim Thompson’s House in Bangkok, Thailand

Before I hit the markets and shops, I spent a few hours checking out old Jim Thompson’s place. Jimbo’s a Yank who’s credited with opening up Thailand’s silk trade. He studied architecture at Princeton before being sent to Thailand during WWII (the big one) to conduct espionage. Jimbo decided to return to Bangkok after the war ’cause he fell in love with the place. He decided to make a living by promoting Thai silk around the world. Considered quite the hero for it.

Jim Thompson's House in Bangkok, Thailand
Jim Thompson’s House in Bangkok, Thailand
Gardens at Jim Thompson's House, Bangkok, Thailand
Gardens at Jim Thompson’s House, Bangkok, Thailand
Gardens at Jim Thompson's House, Bangkok, Thailand
Gardens at Jim Thompson’s House, Bangkok, Thailand
Interior of Jim Thompson's House in Bangkok, Thailand
Interior of Jim Thompson’s House in Bangkok, Thailand
Interior of Jim Thompson's House in Bangkok, Thailand
Interior of Jim Thompson’s House in Bangkok, Thailand
Interior of Jim Thompson's House in Bangkok, Thailand
Interior of Jim Thompson’s House in Bangkok, Thailand
Interior of Jim Thompson's House in Bangkok, Thailand
Interior of Jim Thompson’s House in Bangkok, Thailand
Gardens at Jim Thompson's House, Bangkok, Thailand
Gardens at Jim Thompson’s House, Bangkok, Thailand
Gardens at Jim Thompson's House, Bangkok, Thailand
Gardens at Jim Thompson’s House, Bangkok, Thailand

Jim Thompson is actually the second American I’ve come across in the past 18 months responsible for opening up a foreign country’s trade. The first being Tom Price in Western Australia, who is credited with opening Australia’s mining industry to exports. Anyway, Jimbo collected traditional Thai buildings and resurrected them on his old property, which is now a nice museum, just around the block from my guesthouse. Jimbo (as I’ve obviously come to call him) mysteriously disappeared while on vacation in Malaysia in the 1960’s. Adds to his legend status, I guess.

Gardens at Jim Thompson's House, Bangkok, Thailand
Gardens at Jim Thompson’s House, Bangkok, Thailand
Gardens at Jim Thompson's House, Bangkok, Thailand
Gardens at Jim Thompson’s House, Bangkok, Thailand
Gardens at Jim Thompson's House, Bangkok, Thailand
Gardens at Jim Thompson’s House, Bangkok, Thailand
Gardens at Jim Thompson's House, Bangkok, Thailand
Gardens at Jim Thompson’s House, Bangkok, Thailand
Gardens at Jim Thompson's House, Bangkok, Thailand
Gardens at Jim Thompson’s House, Bangkok, Thailand

One of the many interesting things about Jim Thompson’s place was that the main house was positioned so that its front door faced a narrow canal that ran the length of inner Bangkok. The premises may have been tucked away back up some alley, but in the day it was built, the canal system was the preferred mode of transportation in this city. Bangkok was known as the “Venice of the East”. To this day, regular long boats frequently ferry passengers back and forth on these canals. And unlike the few remaining cable cars of San Francisco, the people who ride these boats aren’t predominantly tourists.

Khlong Saen Saep Canal Boat Service, Bangkok, Thailand
Khlong Saen Saep Canal Boat Service, Bangkok, Thailand

Had another nice cheap Thai meal tonight. Maybe $2 this time. Funny thing I’ve learned about Thais. When they say spicy, they mean burn-your-mouth-off and sweat-a-gallon spicy. But when they say “not spicy”, I still find the food about as hot as anything labelled “spicy” in Western supermarkets. Guess their taste buds are too burned off to recognise mild spices anymore. ‘Course, the cure for an overly hot Thai meal is a nice scoop of coconut ice cream.

Saw an ad in the paper today for my flight to Los Angeles tomorrow. It’s a brand-new, spanking-new plane with a personal entertainment system at each seat. Hopefully that will help break up the monotony of the 15-hour non-stop flight. Maybe I’ve got that wrong, though — it could be quite fast, since it’s scheduled to arrive in Los Angeles 20 minutes before it leaves Bangkok.

Bangkok, Thailand

My Bangkok Hangover…

Buddhist Temple, Bangkok, Thailand
Buddhist Temple, Bangkok, Thailand

Well, I’m safe and sound in Bangkok, but not before arriving with a throbbing migraine from the 8-hour red-eye flight from Perth that started at 2 AM. Fortunately, I had one last migraine pill in my carry-on luggage and went straight to a men’s room on arrival to pop it down my gullet. Unfortunately, it decided to pop down the sink drain instead. $7.50 down the drain (literally). Fortunately, I had more migraine medication in my checked baggage, but that took a little longer to get to (after the additional headaches of immigration, baggage claim, and customs).

Once I got to my guesthouse, they acted like they had no record of my reservation—even though I made it six weeks ago. I followed all their website instructions to the “T”: had it confirmed, and then re-confirmed by e-mail both Saturday and Sunday and re-confirmed again by phone on Monday (two days before my arrival). Oh well, they came up with a room for me anyway. I guess I shouldn’t complain for $10 a night.

I spent a few hours napping this afternoon, trying to catch up on my lost sleep from the flight. Then I spent several hours dizzily wandering the streets and shopping centres of downtown Bangkok. Tonight I had a nice, yummy double meal of Pad Thai (cooked before my very eyes) and barbecued chicken and coconut-flavoured rice for a whopping US$2.41!

I’m currently blogging this from the top floor of a giant shopping mall called Siam Square. They have huge movie theatres here that offer deluxe viewing packages (recliner seats, free eats, etc). King Kong piqued my interest, but it doesn’t look like it opens for another week. I’ve heard you’re required to stand and pledge allegiance to the King of Thailand (aka the King of Siam) before all movies here. That, in itself, could be interesting.

Portrait of the King of Thailand
Portrait of the King of Thailand

At this point, however, I’m just looking forward to a good night’s sleep….

Australia

Out of the refrigerator and into the freezer…

Perth, Australia
Perth, Australia

After a year of hunkering down and keeping my nose to the grindstone, it’s time for another break. I have to say I’ve been feeling a bit gypped over the past few weeks. The temperatures here in Perth still seem to be hovering around our winter norms, even though it is supposed to be summer. And now I’m heading for the frozen tundra of North America. Oh well… at least I’ll have three days to sizzle in the tropics en route. Bangkok always seems to be in the nineties.