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Here's a glimpse of Sangkhlaburi in late November. The weather is getting cooler, and the town seems to be under an ever-increasing spell.


Let's take a look at the long picture.



I've been wanting to go to Sangkhla for a long time now, but lately it seems to be booming. I've seen so many posts on Pantip, it's really making me want to go even more. I can't resist the urge any longer.

Let's go! November 2nd to 8th. At first, I was going to a concert in Wang Nam Khiao, but I felt like going to Sankhlaburi more, so I decided on the spur of the moment.

This trip has a total of four friends in the group. We talked about going for just two days and one night, but for us, we felt that it wasn't enough, so we decided to skip work for another day before the trip and let our friends follow us. Everyone kept asking if we were serious? 555 At this point, there's no stopping us.



I started by gathering information from my seniors in the Blue Room. But normally, I don't like uncertainty. It makes it difficult to plan, especially for accommodation, which I need to have before I leave. But for this trip, no. I didn't prepare much, like I usually do. I just went with the flow, but it was exciting.





With plenty of time on my hands and not thinking that life could be that bad, I decided to take the train. I started at Thon Buri station by taking a ferry from Tha Phra Chan.



The journey was indescribable. We passed houses and forests, and sitting by the window, I felt a thrill as trees brushed against it. The dust was overwhelming, making my face itch. I wiped it with a tissue, and it turned pitch black. RIP my face. There was no turning back now. We continued on, and before I knew it, we were crossing the River Kwai Bridge. It was beautiful.



The most beautiful train station is Tham Krasae Station. It's really beautiful, but there are also a lot of tourists. I couldn't get out to take pictures on the Sai Yok River side, so I'll take pictures on the other side first.





Okay, we'll head to Namtok Station, arriving around 2 PM. We'll quickly hop on a shared taxi, where I'll meet three or four other groups also heading to Sangkhlaburi. Fingers crossed they have space for me to crash if needed! We'll wait under the Pink Trumpet tree in front of Thai Yok Waterfall for the sweetเย็นเย็น bus. It arrived after a while, packed with people and only fans for ventilation. 555 I didn't even bother taking my camera out. I'm just a chill person, ignoring the surroundings and focusing on the view. Sleeping wasn't an option with the strong wind blowing. We changed buses at Thong Pha Phum, where we met a group of Australian volunteers: 13-year-old students and two teachers. We chatted until our hands were tired!



I realized that I had arrived in Sangkhlaburi when the sun had already set. It was 6:30 p.m. sharp. I was very hungry, so I went straight to the market. But I didn't know what to eat. I thought of Baan Chuen Jai, so I asked the motorbike taxi to take me there. I had my first meal there. Then, my host took me to the wooden bridge because she thought I would stay at a homestay on the Mon side.





The wooden bridge has welcomed me.

After a short walk, the villagers closed their shops and went to bed. It's better to go home and rest. I'm staying at the Lotus House... It's so cool to sleep in a Mon house.


The weather in Sakon Nakhon at night is a bit chilly. The fan is on, ventilating the room, but you can turn it in any direction you like, as long as it doesn't blow directly on you. Haha.

Good night, Sankhla.


This morning I almost didn't want to wake up. .. Six thirty, start offering food to monks? I couldn't get up. It wasn't until almost seven o'clock that I came to my senses. ..



The weather is very good in the morning. It's not cold enough to need a heater. It's good.

On Saturday mornings, there aren't many people on the bridge. They've all gone to the Mon side to wait for the alms giving.



I can see a faint view of the mountains in the distance. It's so beautiful.


Let's take a look at the Mon side, the morning alms-giving activity. There are a lot of people, some are tour groups, some are individuals. We are looking for local people, we want to see their real way of life.



She was at the end of the line. It took a long time for the monk to come to the villagers. They seemed to have faith in their religion. It gave me that feeling.


After that, I walked around to see the houses of the Mon people. There were so many stilt houses. As a child from the countryside, I had seen pictures like this before, but nowadays it's almost impossible to find them anywhere. Even in my hometown, which is considered rural, houses like this have been torn down and replaced with concrete houses. I couldn't help but think that



"If the villagers hadn't torn down their wooden houses and rushed to build concrete ones, our village might be a trendy tourist spot now..."



I don't know why we have to change it. It's not broken. Why do we have to destroy the legacy of our ancestors with our own hands? Are our neighbors more important to us than our ancestors? Hmm, something to think about.



Fence... My house used to have a fence like this when I was a child... Now it has been changed to a concrete fence. I don't know why... Is a wooden fence harder to make than a concrete fence? Or is it that the wooden fence is not as thick as the trust that has decreased?



It's getting late, but the fog is still visible along the mountain range. The weather is amazing.


It's better to go for a walk on the Saphan Lek Bridge.



It wasn't until almost ten o'clock that we could clearly see the sun. The sun here is shy, haha.


I was taking photos under the bridge for a long time until a local came up to me and asked what I was photographing there. He said that there were a lot of people taking photos on the bridge, so I replied that the bridge was magnificent and I wanted to see it clearly. He smiled slightly and walked away.



Crossing the border to the Thai side, I rented a motorbike at P. Guesthouse. It seems like the only place to rent a motorbike here. I managed to get the last one available, which was a manual transmission bike, which I was comfortable with. I must confess, I don't dare to drive an automatic. I tried it once and couldn't get the hang of the throttle. After renting the bike, I rushed to book a room at Baan Chuen Jai, as I didn't want to be without a place to sleep tonight. Then, I had to ride the motorbike around the Songkalia Bridge and into the Mon village, which was about 5 kilometers away. The view from the Songkalia Bridge was amazing.



We went to the Mahabodhi Temple and Wat Wang before it got too hot, but... we didn't make it. It was very hot, the sun was very strong... and there were a lot of tourists too.



I actually took a lot of pictures, but they're not very flattering with people in them, so I'd rather not share them. Haha, I can't take it anymore. It's too hot to be riding around sightseeing. I'm going to pick up my bag at Baan Dok Bua and then head back to the Thai side. I'm going to hide from the heat at Baan Chuen Jai for a bit.



The view from the Sapoong Ka Ria concrete bridge, the other side is also beautiful.



I forgot to take a picture of Baan Chuen Jai to show you. The house is so cute, just like the owner. There are so many books and movies to read and watch here. But for me, I found a rare item that I read all day long. "Taking the Train to the Refrigerator" by Khun Niew Klom.



If you're hungry, you can order food and drinks at home. The food here is delicious. The owner, a beautiful woman, cooks it herself. I highly recommend it. One meal and you'll be hooked. Haha, I'm just praising it before I go back to eat there again.





In the late afternoon, I snuck away to play with the youngest son of the house. He's very artistic. He was playing with clay, but what he sculpted, was this a first grader's work? This is a pirate ship, you know. It's amazing. I've never been able to imagine anything like this.



It's almost half past four. The other three friends who are coming are almost here. The sun is starting to set. Let's go to the wooden bridge. Oh, there are many alleys to get to the wooden bridge. The alley next to Wat Si Suwan, the entrance to Khem Thong Homestay, is a bit steep. The entrance on the side of Pa Mit Samphan is not so steep. And the side of Sam Prasob School is quite tough, it's both steep and curved... It's also far to walk into the alley. But if you enter from the side of Wat Si Suwan, you will have to walk across the new concrete bridge that is cleverly paired with the wooden bridge again.



As soon as I stepped out into the sun, it wasn't as harsh as I thought. I went for a silhouette look.



Around four o'clock in the afternoon, there were no people on the wooden bridge. It's recommended. It's a good time to apply sunscreen and go out in the sun.



Hooray, my friend has arrived! Let's welcome her into the house and then head out quickly to catch the sunset. The sun sets really early here.



Recommendation for a good angle: Take a picture of the wooden bridge from the zucchini bridge with the sun as the background. It's so beautiful.



My friend took me to an old temple that was submerged in water. The temple was flooded, and the evening light was very romantic.



Flowers, incense, candles, and a guide are ready as soon as you board the boat. The children here are very hardworking and adorable.



Let's go back to the walking street. It's getting dark. Tell P'Chuenjai that we're going to help her son sell po-d-sak. We'll pretend to be locals again.



I was so engrossed in walking that I forgot to take pictures of anything else. There were a lot of handmade items for sale, such as silk skirts, Mon and Karen costumes, glassware, jade, and colored stones.


My eyes are blurry... I'm hungry. Focusing on finding food only 555



Don't miss out! .. Hunting for RC "Burmese Pork Skewers" 55 Let's go, twenty skewers each 55 Let's get greasy...

One baht per piece of pork. One baht per piece of pork. That means one baht per piece. We think the pieces are a bit small, but whatever. It's fun to eat. If you want any extra parts, you can tell the staff. Our group likes pig ears. 55



Find something to eat, full to the brim .. go home, sleep zzzz 555 See you tomorrow morning, Sangkhla.



We woke up early in the morning to go to the alms offering at the Mon village. Two of us rode a motorbike, while the other two walked from home across the bridge to meet us on the Mon side.


There are no good pictures of the alms offering ceremony. It's messy and I don't want to share them. There were so many people. I don't know if the alms offering is a burden to the monks. Oh, I'm sinning.



This is local food, I recommend ... "black sticky rice".





After making merit, I went to the temple. It's like a chicken taking its friends on a trip. ..



We agreed to take the train from Namtok to Kanchanaburi, and we wanted to pass through the historic railway line. Therefore, we had to leave Sangkhlaburi at noon after visiting the temple. We let our friends soak up the atmosphere of the wooden bridge while we sacrificed ourselves and rode a motorbike back to the Thai side. We asked about the van schedule and then met up with our friends on the Thai side. But the most regrettable thing was...



My friend met a young nun from Burma. I didn't. When I arrived, they were all showing off and saying that the nun had already left. That's life!



Hurry home, honey. Take a shower, pack your things, have one more meal at home, and then leave the house on time. It's a good thing I remembered to return the car... I mean, I was late for the rental, so I got fined. And most importantly, there's no gas station, so I don't know where the gas pump is. 55...



Permission to pass through to the waterfall station, please. 55 ..

I fell asleep on the van and slept for more than two hours. 55 I arrived at the waterfall station just in time for the train to leave. Oh, God is on my side. 55



Spacious. The whole train has 4 carriages. 3 are wooden and 1 has seats like this. It's pretty chill.

Our people choose to sit in the wooden-slatted carriage, carriage number 1. Most foreigners sit in carriages 3 and 4. The carriage with the soft seats, as shown in the picture, was empty, so I was able to take some cool photos like this.



Oh, I see. So you're saying that the first carriage was all ours, just the four of us. Haha, we had the whole place to ourselves! We were sitting in different corners.



Here we are, arrived at the Krasae Cave ... Sai Yok Garden is very beautiful ....



A little further on, Wang Yen Station, the station that made us feel close to the SRT. We saw them detach the locomotive, detach the train, and then attach a new locomotive. 5555


While waiting for another train to exchange heads, I took some fun photos. It's beautiful, show it off!





The only thing I was worried about at that time was that I wouldn't make it back to Bangkok in time for the van. But thanks to God's help, I made it just in time again. It was perfect.


Oh, there's the annual bridge festival. I'd love to stop by, but the timing isn't really working out. Maybe next time!



Finally, I would like to thank the SRT for being the main sponsor, unofficially, for this trip.




Thank you, auntie, for sitting next to me on the train and answering all my questions. But there's one thing I didn't dare to ask. What are those trees that are planted along the way? I was afraid you'd be shocked. I'll ask my friend instead. They're cassava plants. Haha, I've never seen them before in my life.



Thank you for being good companions. The three young people who we shared a songthaew with were probably students.

Thank you to the two couples who traveled together in all forms, greeting each other as they passed by in the garden at Sankhla. May your love be strong.

Thank you to the teachers and student volunteers from Aussie .. It was a really fun time chatting with foreigners.

Thank you Baan Dok Bua, Baan Chuen Jai for being a shelter.

Thank you P. Guesthouse for the motorbike.

Thank you for the new friendship during the trip ....



And thank you to my fellow golfers. It was really brutal, fun, and hilarious.





May the Sankhla be lovely for everyone.

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