Against all advice (from Essendon supporters) we started our trip at the Swans-Essendon game at the SCG. If you don't know the result, check the smiles - even on Steve Waugh

Exhausted after supporting the Swannies

At Kingsford-Smith. Neither Anne or I are a bit scared

That's not our plane, although it looks a little like it, although we're in an Airbus 330 and not a Boeing 747, BUT the wing in the foreground is all ours.

Aforesaid wing somewhere over Indonesia

Peter making an entrance into Thailand

...and we finally got all our gear together.

Checked in and out to dinner

The view from our rooms. A constant flow of ferries, barges, flotsam and jetsam.

Breakfast on the river

Anne and Peter in the luxurious hotel boat that is taking us to Saphin Taxin railway station.

However, we exchanged the train for a tuk-tuk which was driven by a madman. At one point in this ride, we were passing a taxi, on the wrong side of the road with traffic approaching, when a motorbike overtook US!

We then took the public ferry down one of the klongs .....

.... with a raisable plastic sheet to stop the splashes from other boats ...

.... only to be dumped on the shore, leading to a whole re-structure of the timetable.

After all this, we had lunch at Rosa Biang (a lovely Thai restaurant on Sukhumvit) and then went to Jim Thompson's house. But that's another story ...
I suppose Paul has counted down one take off and one landing. I know he likes to have the pair.
ReplyDeleteAlso I'm glad that when the group shot was taken, the photographer did not steal the camera.