Two Regions – One Conclusion
It has taken me twelve days since arriving in Thailand to put together my first post, but it hasn’t been through a complete lack of want. A hectic schedule has seen myself and Wonderful Wi find very little time to ourselves in the way of quiet relaxation and a significant glitch towards uploading photos took me a good week to put right. During the mayhem, I decided a rest from blogging wasn’t such a bad idea.
Our holiday started with a four-day break in Kanchanaburi and a visit to the town’s historic War Cemetery and Memorial Museum as well as taking a train ride on the Thailand – Burma Death Railway and a walk onto the famous bridge over the River Kwai. We have also enjoyed the beautiful and refreshing Erawan Waterfalls, and on day three we took a tour out to the Tiger Temple situated 25 kilometres from Kanchanaburi town. I will leave those posts until my return to the UK as they deserve a lot of input and for once I have some decent quality photographs to accompany each story.
Sam’s Guesthouse was our residence while in Kanchanaburi, and at 800 baht a night we were most impressed with our choice of stay. Guesthouse owner Sam is a Thai national and speaks excellent English having spent ten years of his working life in America and is now the very proud owner of two more guesthouses, 3000 rai of land, 400 cattle and two light aircraft. One wealthy and pleasant man. Our room was on the edge of the River Kwai, and the plants, trees and water flowers were a sight to behold, but the noises that came from the water did make me wonder what was lurking under there.
On day five we took a minibus to Suvarnabhumi airport for our afternoon flight to Udon Thani. Still, first, we detoured and visited Bangkok’s Floating Market which is probably the most famous of all Thailand’s tourist attractions. I just loved the market colours, and it was an excellent photographic opportunity and the food music to young Wilai’s eyes and ears. Looking back Kanchanaburi and its warm-hearted people gave us a great start to our holiday and the floating market in Ratchaburi was a sight and experience to behold.
Udon Thani airport was a welcome sight. Car hire, 60 baht haircut, Tesco Lotus and home sweet home. Long live Noo. Our rabbit was dead. No apparent bite marks just a young heart that stopped beating from an over a zealous game from our two dogs Cola and Gaan. A quick count of my Oxo cubes and I realised Noo was buried under the village turf now, he hadn’t been garroted, potted and washed down with lao khao. God bless Noo. To shed a tear is the first water for your enemy to sail upon. Noo, stew, boohoo.
Our village home was bliss but only if you miss the fact that five days wasn’t enough. Great days with daily rides to Nong Khai, Udon Thani and wherever. Evenings are relaxing at home. Walk the dogs, a family barbecue and breathe in the still country life. Five wonderful days. A high five if I have ever seen one.
Today as I write this post in the ironically named President Hotel in Udon Thani, ironic in a country where the majeste law beats red for danger, and the colour of money is a clear Jaune, myself and Wilai must once again go our separate ways. We have tasted two very different regions in the Land of Smiles, but my conclusion of both Kanchanaburi and Udon Thani is its people love life and love to enhance the lives of others. One hell of a two week holiday for me that has furthered my adoration for Thailand and its beautiful people. Suvarnabhumi here I come.