137 to Bangkok 4.12.2018

The remaining part to BKK was only a bit more than 40km and Pat and I had made an appointment for 17:00, so I had enough time.
Check-out from the hotel should be down until 12:00 and I set an alarm to 7:30 to make me feel secure. I had been cutting and editing videos until 0:30 and hoped to sleep for a while, and apparently 6:00 is a while.
I won one and a half hour for cutting, happy me ?
In the National Parks, I had filmed much and to make work easier, I had decided to make 4 separate videos, for Kui Buri, for both the caves and for the bike tour between the caves. This was day 134, one video was still to edit. And the days 135/136 had also to be done, so I really started soon after getting up to do that.
At 11:30 all three videos were cut, and I packed my bags to leave.
In the evening, I had again tried to get rid of the “time-loss” indication of Mr.G. I couldn’t restore the original screen, but something close to it.
But now, Mr.G was a bit confused. He showed an elevation of 1100m instead of maybe 20m and an average speed of 22km/h although I at that time had not been faster than 20km/h. But he seemed to recover during the ride….

The first 20km were a 4-lane, crowded main road with only one advantage most of the time: another road or was it the metro, was in the middle as a second layer and provided shadow.
Next, and I think this was now BKK itself, was a strange mixture of those big city roads and very small lanes that would have suited to any village.
One of these lanes became smaller and smaller, at last I had to be very careful with the bags not to bump into something. It opened again to a square, the square was open to a channel and a bridge was open to cross.

At least, if you can carry your bike 4 steps up and then down again and when everything fits in-between the handrail. I was not open for that and also not for putting the bags down, carry the bike, carry the bags and fix them again on the bike.

So, I asked someone where I could find the next bridge and he pointed in the direction where I had been coming from. A woman went in the same direction and showed me the following way. I never would have found that and if I would have, I would not believe that this is right. It was a long jetty over the water, connecting a row of houses.

Several times I feared that it would become too narrow for my bike. It took my 30min to reach a normal road again and then, all the lanes back to the planned route were closed with a barrier

and I had to go on to the next main road. In the end, the “short-cut” over the pedestrian bridge gave me a detour of nearly an hour.
On the way, I passed several military buildings and was confused by the writing “For country, religion, monarchy and people”

At a bike shop, I made a stop to get a new bottle and surprisingly soon after that found the house of Pat. Mr.G again showed realistic indications and I hope he has fully recovered.
PIC
I was an hour too early and wanted to wait somewhere, but Sandy, their dog betrayed me and Pat’s mum came to get me in. Soon also Pat and Robert arrived. She and her mum had brought snacks and so we had an early dinner, because Pat had a special idea, and she had organized everything for that:
At 6pm, we left to the Khao Yai National Park

to stay there overnight and walk on some trails the next day. We stayed in a beautiful bungalow under an incredibly starry sky and the only thing disturbing the feeling of being surrounded by a lot of nature were guests in another bungalow shouting on each other and laughing loudly, obviously supported by alcohol.