Jun 29 2007
Not me… at least I hope not.
Ok, Monday June 4th – not sure if I mentioned this already but Thai culture doesn’t really have a set menu for meals times. In the sense that they don’t really have “breakfast” – like if you wanted oatmeal for dinner, knock yourself out. So it was sometimes not the breakfast you’d expect, overall most places did a decent job. But the eggs are from different chickens, the bacon isn’t that great, and you know – ya just start to adjust to the smells and tastes of the area you’re in after a while and go with the flow.
We left our guest house in the artsy side of Bangkok after splitting a hero for breakfast which contained the following: egg, bacon, lettuce, tomato, cucumber,onion, and prob sprouts *can’t remember* – the bus to Kanchanaburi 1st class was about 3 bucks per person one way. The Southern Bus Terminal was your typical bus terminal, full of fumes, lots o’ people, benches, little grungy, etc. The ride was interesting, there was a woman who took our tickets, sat us in a seat – similar to a greyhound bus but imagine an older model like a 1980s greyhound. She gave us each a small bottle of water. The air conditioning on the bus wasn’t cold, but it was good enough for the ride. Along the road we saw a few farms, people with roadside stands selling veggies and fruits, and some random houses. We also saw a group of cows walking along the highway with no one with them. Wild cows?
After 2 hours and starting to get antsy, we were there! We weren’t entirely sure if we were there, no announcements were made as the bus stopped and picked up/dropped off people. I realized we better pay attention to the road signs. Then it seemed that Kanchanaburi was the last stop anyway… still… ya never know. I’ve missed too many stops on the trains and buses here to relax 100%. I think J and I were the only tourists on the bus. There was a monk who sat in the back.
The bus station in Kanchanaburi is located downtown. We wanted to go to this road where several guest houses were located. Now, it’s not as urban as Bangkok so things weren’t as tightly packed together as they are in cities. Which was nice and made for a super pleasant stay in the province.
So if you can see the bus terminal in this map you’ll see where we pulled into. It looked like it would only be a 20 min walk from the bus station to the guest house that seemed be the best.
The guest houses that we thought would be best were all over near the Allied War Cemetery. Some were on the water, via dead end streets. Apple guest house isn’t on the water but it’s the one that offered cooking classes, had its own restaurant, massage, and tours. It was like, there was no reason to not try that place. So we figured, hell, first one we pass anyway and if it’s full we’ll just make our way down the streets to other guest houses till we find one that is clean, a/c, and affordable. The walk took longer than we expected. It had to be around 94 degrees – wasn’t as humid here as it was in Bangkok – but still 94 degrees, walking down an avenue similar to 4th ave in Brooklyn in Park Slope – lots’ of tire shops and such – 4 lanes of cars and fumes — makes for tired lil travelers. We stopped a few times to rest. My back was soaked with sweat, my head was pounding from the sun, and my lil’ feets were getting tired after a while.
When we got to Apple, we were greeted and shown a room. It wasn’t air conditioned but you know- the place was sooo freakin’ nice I kind of didn’t care and figured we’d just deal. It was also about 9 dollars a night. After we said yes to the room the two women who run the place told us to go settle in, rest, and come back to the office to pay and sign stuff in a bit. I guess we looked like shit. I think we underestimated the distance from the bus station to the guest house, it prob was almost 2 miles.
We changed our clothes and walked over to the restaurant section to eat- it was closed to the general public but open for guests. Or maybe open for us since we looked sad and red. The food was amazing. AMAZING. They were also super nice and turned on the fans that were attached to the roofing for us. I think we got spoiled there. I really liked it. After lunch we took a small walk to orient ourselves with the area – found the 7/11, a few bars – one was called Spread Eagle Beer Bar – and saw some stray dogs. We smoked a few cigs and each bought a silly child’s notebook to write things down in – so we wouldn’t forget our trip. My notebook has a lion and a snail on it. The lion has a thought bubble that reads “What?” and on the back the snail says, “I am snail!” Jen’s is even odder. It’s got some cows on the font and back, one of the cows is thinking about steak. On the back of hers, a cow is painting what looks to be a mural of a farm and it reads “This is cow’s farm” or something like that. One of the staff had a cute mini poodle puppy that was rolling around and having a grand old time running about.
We booked our transportation through AS Travel for Tiger Temple and bummed about till dinner time. We ate again at the restaurant. I think I had noodles – if not phat thai prob some other rice/noodle thing. It also rained that afternoon/evening – and boy it came down. We watched it from the porch – it was very cool. Once the rain ended — big big snails were out and about, lizards were on the outer walls, and worms.
We had a bathroom where the toilet wasn’t a flush, instead you had a big bin of water – like a big sink and a pail. So you’d pour water down the toilet. Not bad.
We also had worms in our bathroom – couldn’t deal with that very well. So I showered in J’s flip flops. How does anyone wear those things? Who decided having your toes support a whole shoe was a good idea?
Originally we had booked the transportation to go to the National Park and see the Erawan Falls in the morning and then Tiger Temple in the afternoon but the others who were going to be part of that trip changed their minds. It wasn’t worth the taxi to take only 2 people to these places and wait there all day for us. I felt bad cuz the falls apparently look amazing around the beginning of monsoon season. Although looking back, considering the higher # of mosquitoes that were in Kanchanaburi and the fact that I got bitten even when wearing repellent – I think it was best t avoid the falls. Still, I wish we had seen them – just wish there was a foolproof method of ensuring I don’t get bitten.
That night in one of the other rooms- some women from I think AU – started laughing and screeching. Considering the peaceful silence that the place had, it was out of context. They were screaming though because a scorpion was walking on their screen door. Every room had a wooden door and a screen door. Unfortunately our screen door didn’t close tightly enough and there were gaps where bugs would get into the room – so we couldn’t leave the door open for air to come in. The next morning the women were at breakfast and talking about it with their friends- looked like a large group had decided to vacation together – they were describing the whole thing. At first they thought it was a lizard and two of them stepped out of the room to look at it- meaning, they opened the screen door that the scorpion was attached to. I guess this pissed the lil’ fella off. It apparently raised its stinger and started walking around- hence th
e screeching. Eventually it walked off the door and onto the wall. Glad it wasn’t me. No one was hurt.
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