In Takhli, my friends met a couple that spent the last 10 years living in England. The woman is Thai, so now that they are back home in Takhli, the pair is a great and unusual gateway for the farang into authentic Thai culture. It was fantastic to participate in this Saturday evening shindig of a birthday party.
I was too surprised when I heard all the motorbikes come up to take any pictures at that time, but the arrival of this gang definitely got the party started. It was so unexpected, way out in the middle of nowhere, to hear all of these motorcycles coming closer and closer. When they started to pull in I knew I was at a great party. They were all very nice and just hilarious with their dancing, and they brought another lone farang from the town of Chainat, about 20 km away.
By far, the coolest bike around. It was just ridiculous seeing him drive up with a facemask, this helmet and matching belt buckle.
I am so cool, and I know it. At first I felt a little bad just taking all these crazy pictures, but then I realized they were doing the same to us. Just walking right up thinking "Oh wow, a farang!!!" and snapping them all in our faces. By this time I realized it was no problem and went for it wholeheartedly.
I arrived in Takhli Friday afternoon, which was great and allowed us to really maximize the weekend time. And by that, I mean maximize relaxation time. Since Takhli is so small and slightly out of the way, the last bus leaves Bangkok at 3:30 and costs 158 baht, which seems outrageous. From Si Racha to Bangkok, depending on how you go it differs slightly, but I always spend around 100 baht. The time constraints kept me from going in the past. It was the perfect thing to do with the day off from school. On the way home I took two mini-busses, for 160 baht into Bangkok and 130 baht to Si Racha. It cut about an hour out of the time, but both were significantly less comfortable than busses in the past (I think this is unusual, most of the time they are ideal). Minivan number 1 had a TV, which is almost always bad news for a farang in Thai transport. LOUD LOUD Christian-style Thai sermon over and over and over again for 2 and a half hours. Bus number 2 had no aircon and no open windows. Smelly smelly farang (aka me).
So, without the Friday, it would have been an almost impossible trip. I was so glad to have it.
The view of banana trees from Bridget's porch. All the green was so soothing and relaxing.
Another Buddha she hasn't figured out how to reach yet. A lot of exploring doesn't get you where you intend to go, but you always find something new. Eventually she'll figure it out. It looks huge!!