Kanchanaburi, back to Bangkok, and on to Hong Kong
When someone asks if I want to go with them somewhere to do something, the world ADVENTURE flashes in my brain in Indiana Jones script, and I almost automatically say yes. That was the case when I met Delphine, who asked if I wanted to accompany her to Kanchanaburi, and I'm so glad I went.
I didn't realize how nice it would be to get out of Bangkok until I got off the bus. We thought we'd stay one night but upon arrival decided on two; the air was so much nicer: less polluted, less humid, cooler than Bangkok. Plus our guesthouse was so peaceful and cheap, with a nice courtyard (if a bit manicured for my taste), right on the river.
Most of the town's small tourism seems to revolve around World Ward II battles and the River Kwai bridge, which I walked across while whistling. At night they light it up, which is a bit surreal considering its history. I'm told that on Mondays they set off a lot of fireworks to reenact the explosion, but we weren't there for that.
The second day we rented motorbikes and rode 70km to Erawan Waterfall, a seven-tiered set of falls in which I was quite excited to swim. However, the pools were full of those fish that eat dead skin off your feet; I paid (not much) money for that in Chiang Mai, which was strange enough. But those were just my feet, and they were baby fish. The fish in the waterfall were really big and really hungry, attacked my feet within a second of wading in. After much deliberation I finally took the plunge, swimming frantically to keep them away from me. Not exactly the relaxing soak I had planned, but a lovely place to be.
After leaving Kanchanaburi I had one evening in Bangkok, time enough to see one major thing, so I headed to Wat Pho to see the world's largest reclining Buddha. I figured I should do something kind of cultural to balance out the ping pong show.
Wow, I thought I had seen a lot of wats (temples), but this one was amazing, incredibly over the top, so huge and ornate. They also have one of the top schools for Thai massage in the country on premises, so I splurged and got an hour. It was pretty expensive for Thailand standards (12 whole dollars as opposed to the six I'd been paying), but worth it, the best I've had so far.
I rounded out my last night in Bangkok with some noodles from a stall along Rambuttri Soi, and then a few margaritas from one of the tiny watering holes that pop up at night along the side of the road, anything from a few stools and a makeshift counter to a full-on bar in a truck.
And suddenly that was all for Thailand! I can't believe how quickly that month went by. Now I made it to Hong Kong where I'm staying with Jon, an old friend from Wisconsin, and his girlfriend. He's been living here for six years, and already it's been great to catch up, not to mention have someone to show me around instead of figuring out a new city on my own.








