16.11 A kayak trip with grandma and NATO pilot ✈

Quote of the day: ,,No, it is no spicy, I promise'

After a long sleep, we wake up relatively late the next morning ...

Yesterday was exhausting and I had nothing planned for today. So we have a late breakfast and spontaneously think about what we should do with this day. I search the internet and finally come across an interesting offer.

,, KAYAK RENTAL, 7 KM, INCLUDING PICKUP 400 BATH P.P '

I am intrigued and ask the hotel owner to inquire with the organizer if the tour is still possible today. Five minutes later he comes back. He says we could be picked up at 2:00 p.m. Without hesitation, we sign up and 30 minutes later we are picked up in a regular pick-up truck ... The renter is ... a bit special and also an absolute character.

We sit on the back of the truck and pack the boats. Only ONE (!) rope is used to secure 2 double kayaks. I can't help but smile ... Even the canoe chaos whitt can't keep up ;)

On the way, the Italian NATO pilot Danilo and his Filipino girlfriend also join us, with whom we get along very well from the beginning.

Together we unload the boats. The ride begins !!!

The river is wide and very easy to navigate. Along the way, we discover smaller temples and houses that have been built directly on the river with stilts. Curiously, we are inspect and occasionally photographed by locals and passers-by. We encounter fishermen, bathing cows and occasionally also a speedboat or jet ski that simply does not fit into the landscape with their loud noise.

After almost 4 kilometers, we reach the River Kwai Bridge, which we crossed two days earlier by train. I think it's really rhetorical to have driven through the bridge in both directions. Suddenly, while we are still taking souvenir photos, it starts to rain!

But it doesn't flood our boat, as we initially feared, but simply brings a pleasant cooling. We continue driving, the rain stops, and after another hour we reach the pickup point. Back at the resort, we quickly change and then have ourselves driven to the night market, where we eagerly devour local delicacies.

The woman at a noodle stand assures me expressly that her dishes are absolutely farang-friendly. In trust, I buy myself a portion and greedily devour half of it before I realize that my tongue is burning like fire. Not even the THW can save me ^^

I drown what's left of my taste buds in 2 liters of water. Then we walk around the market a bit, but then go home relatively soon.

Tomorrow we want to take the train back to Bangkok at 7:15 a.m., let's see if everything works out, after all, Dirk advised us against it.

Reflecting on the Kanchanaburi stay once again, I fall asleep.