We, that is Annie my girlfriend and I had agreed to tour around Sa-Kaew province, which was sandwiched between the mountain ranges of San Kamphaeng and the Dangrek ones to the north and the Caramens to the south.

It took us six hours to drive the 280km, to save time we headed for the Pang Sida National Park, as our first tourist attraction. The road through the park was nothing more than a dust track, which created clouds of choking dust as vehicles went passed.

Expansive view of the forest.
The dirt track road that seemed to go on for miles

We reached the one on the high peaks that overlooked the wide expanse of the forest. Bleach white trees were scattered in and amongst the rubber and fig trees, the view was breath-taking.

More fantastic views
Where the road goes no further


The car park at the top
Table and chairs at the top

On our way back, we saw evidence that wild elephants had been on the rampage through the undergrowth: flattened trees and elephant droppings were among the obvious tell-tale signs, but we saw nothing.

We decided while we were in the vicinity that we’d have a look at the Pangsida Waterfall, but when we arrived we discovered that they’d run dry. I bet the Victoria Falls never does.

The run dry waterfall

We were staying at the Burapa Pat Resort for the first night of our short break, which was some 30km away from the Cambodian border. It was rather quiet where we were staying.

‘They must have known we were coming.’ I said jokingly.

Our beds were firm with pillows that were rock solid, but the place itself was nice.

The next day we were woken by a choir of cicada insects, they were certainly getting excited about something. Today we set off to find the Khmer temple complex of the Sdok Kok Thom, one of the many magical wonders of Thailand, which you have to witness to believe.

On our way, we called into a garage to fill up with petrol and to buy refreshments for our journey. Annie stayed in the car while I went to procure supplies, but the queue was horrendous. I was tired, to begin with, and the queuing didn’t help. Afterwards, I went back outside, I’d been ages in the shop and another car had parked next to ours. I opened the door of the car.

‘Surprise! I’m ba… Oh! I’m so sorry.’ Foolishly I’d approached the wrong car without realizing and opened the door. The driver looked mortified by my sudden appearance. She’d certainly not been expecting to see me. Annie had to apologize profoundly to her in Thai. Thankfully, she saw the funny side to it all, but I was more embarrassed than anything.

‘So, you found her more attractive than I did you?’ Annie asked.

‘Yes, why not, a change is as good as a rest, so they say.’ I quipped. ‘Poor woman, I nearly made her dreams come true. What would you have done if she had driven off with me?’

‘I’d have let her get on with it.’ Annie retorted chuckling to herself.

We eventually found the magnificent Sadok Kok Thom Temple complex, a dedication to the Hindu God Shiva – the God of Yogis. It looked in parts like the Angkor Wat Temple complex in Cambodia.

Sadok Kok Thom Temple Complex
Beautifully designed
Fascinating to walk around
The fantastic inner sanctuaries

We walked along a progressive walkway, which was flanked by mini pillars at both sides. The outer gopura led us into the inner sanctuaries. It was a magnificent looking structure.

From here we went over to La Lu in Ban Khlong, which was like looking for a needle in a haystack. On arriving we transferred to a two-wheeled tractor (a rodthai), which took us to the tourist attraction.

Annie and me sitting on a rodthai (a two-wheeled tractor)

It was a rather spooky place, a baron and desolate looking area, akin to a miniature Grand Canyon, but these structures had been created recently and were actually made of soft sediment, the remnants of a recently cleared forest for the purpose of agriculture, which had evidently gone badly wrong. As a result, the monsoon rains had eroded the fragile soil away, leaving haunting looking stacks and pillars of various shapes and sizes.

Me at Lalu
Strange earth mounds kept together with fine tree roots
A mini Grand Canyon
Strangely mystical

From a distance, it looked like a natural wonder, but in reality, it was nothing more than a man-made disaster caused by deforestation.

On our way back we followed a motorcyclist, along the single lane carriageway through the nearby forest. The road was too dangerous to overtake, so we hung back, giving him the distance. Then suddenly he slowed down and requested us to do likewise. At first, we had no idea what was going on, it seemed strange as to what he was doing. His attention was transfixed on something ahead of him, then suddenly we realized why he’d stopped. A four-foot-long black snake slithered across the road in front of us. Annie let out half a scream, but as far as I was concerned, it was nothing to get startled about, just nature going about its business.

We eventually we arrived at Aranyaprathet, where we stayed for the night at the La Villa Boutique Hotel, 6km from the Cambodian border. Thankfully, their beds had soft pillows.

The lovely looking breakfast terrace

The following day, we decided that we’d cycle to Cambodia, this meant passing through the Aranyaprathet crossing. As we cycled towards this point, we passed the shabby looking Hitz Hotel, which I nicknamed the ‘Ritz’ and I promptly starting singing Fred Astaire’s ‘Putting on the Ritz.’ Knowing quite well what Annie’s response was going to be.

‘You like me singing to you, don’t you?’

‘Should I?’ was her amusing reply.

Putting on the Hitz, sorry the Ritz
It looked dirty from the outside but on the internet, it looked very stylish from the inside

After obtaining my visa and return visa, we set off. The paperwork and directions had been rather confusing, to say the least.

The Aranyaphrathet crossing, these are trades waiting to get through
The Kingdom of Cambodia, beautiful architecture

The Aranyaprathet crossing was known in Cambodians as Krung Poi Pet, this was now behind us as we cycled into this strange foreign land of Cambodia. A fancy temple complex greeted us as we headed in the direction of Poipet 5km away, then we headed out towards Malai, which was more challenging at 30km away as we cycled in this oppressive heat.

Beautiful temples
Me and bicycle on our way to Poipet


Bicycle on the way to Malai

A kiln for producing charcoal

‘This road is boring, there’s nothing to see here except ghost-like villages and baking fields.’ Annie said complaining.

‘You moan too much, think of the exercise that you’re getting.’

‘It’s far too hot to cycle like this.’

‘You’re just lazy and you won’t admit to it.’

‘I’m tired – it’s too hot to cycle.’

We eventually headed back to the border, Annie was resentful of the pitiless blue sky. She was right on that account, it was far too hot to be out cycling, maybe I was just a die-hard crazy cyclist. Everywhere we looked was tinder dry and struggling for survival.

The dry parched landscape.

We had spent around three hours in Cambodia by the time we arrived back at the border point.

‘Didn’t you like Cambodia?’ the immigration officer asked.

‘Yes, but we ran out of time.’ I said smiling.

‘Yes, I see, you’ve only been here a few hours.’

If nothing else, nobody can deny that we actually cycled to Cambodia, even if it was only a few kilometres down the road, but it still sounds impressive.

The Easter Border of Thailand
I’m happy that I’ve been to Cambodia’ Annie happy that it over with.

This had been a happy and eventful few days away from hectic Bangkok, at least the air was cleaner here.