It was time to leave Bangkok, the city could bankrupt me in days. I had one last place to visit. The 747 coffee shop. It was 30km in the wrong direction but I was keen to visit.
Coffee and aircraft, what’s not to like? The touristy thing tells you that you drive along the road and out of nowhere a 747 Jumbo Jet appears at the roadside. The fact is, it’s quite well hidden but, no less brilliant for that. As you drive through the gateway there is a roundabout. No road markings just a roundabout. It totally threw me. They drive on the left, like the UK but I have been on the right for ages now. Also in Bangkok you are constantly in traffic so following is easy. I quickly had to overlay a UK roundabout in my mind and then all was good. Not that there were any other vehicles using it at the time.
Fully refreshed on orange juice, coffee and a croissant, I had out stayed at least two bus loads of tourists, so it was time to get back on the road and head for Ang Thong.
I wasn’t expecting much as I was using main roads. The red sled sits at 100kph happily. We tootled along, the seat not as comfy as it looked. In fact it made me sweat and when I got off it looked like I’d wet myself! I couldn’t stand or even move as the seat is shaped. I was contemplating this, when my attention was taken by something sticking up above the trees. Unlike the 747 cafe this literally did just rise up.
I turned off and headed to the car park. The temple itself is surrounded by a small market area. I walked through, over the bridge, right up to and around the statue.
Somewhat relaxed and refreshed with orange juice from a stall I was back on the road and headed for Ang Thong.
Ang Thong was just a stop over and I saw very little of it. The hotel was very lovely with my own little cabin.
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