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On my last jaunt through Thailand I stopped in Prachuap Kirikan to visit my good friends Alain and Sunan. They now have full solar power in the main house. The guest bungaloo is not yet a priority for solar adaptation. They have a new dog, a stray that stays due to the abundance of food from her generous hosts.
Day 4 – 31 km
There is nothing magic about monkeys. I just wanted to pull you in.
Our goal was to go to the train station and see if we could put our motorcycles on the train for Suratthani. When we got to the window we were told the 19:30 cargo car might have space for 880 Baht (30 Baht=US$1) but we would have to wait till 18:30 for more definitive information.
Sunan took us to her friend’s coffee house. After coffee i saw a motorcycle shop across the street. I asked if he could put the back luggage rack on top of the grab bar the installers took off when putting in the rack. What I didn’t know is the rack was not made, like others i saw for sale, to fit together with the grab bar.
After hearing some grinding and pounding i got concerned so went to see what was up. He was cutting off parts of the rack and trying to pound it into a different shape. OOPS. The short story is, an hour later he had something that would not work as intended as a replacement for the grab bar but the jury rigged contraption was all usable. Oh well, it is a lesson in knowing first what the request might possibly entail. The fellow should have told me that rack was made to be a replacement for the grab bar.
At 18:45 we went to the train station to be told there was no space in the cargo area. Soooooo. Do we wait for the disfunctional state railway system to give us another answer on cargo space at 21:30 concerning space on the 22:30 train (arriving at 4 am in Suratthani) or do we do something else? We decded to have some beers and stay the night in Pachuap.
Day 3 269 km
We went through Cha Am to Prachuap to visit with Sunan. We passed all the shrimp farms and when we stopped in Prachuap for gas and to call Sunan (Bubbles fame) we heard a very close explosion. There were many monkeys on the power lines. One had shorted the transformer box and exploded himself. The sound was something like a car exploding but with a sharper clap. Electrocuted Monkey! He fell dead to the ground. I don’t want to show that photo. The kind young people at the gas station spent 15 minutes doing compressions to revive the monkey but he would not make it back to the living. Everyone felt so bad for the monkey.
We met up with Sunan, stayed at her and Alain’s new house and woke to fresh coffee. Stay tuned!
