Cycling in and around Bang Yai was interesting, to say the least. We had moved here in October, and up to press, I have not done any blogs. Bang Yai is out of the way of its busy neighbour Bangkok. More countryfied, green, and clean air, plus a load of colourful garden centres.

One of many garden centres around Bang Yai

Annie and I had cycled around the area if only to develop cycle routes for ourselves and to get an idea of the landscape, but it was Monday’s when I got the chance to explore on my own, although we did do this exact run again the week after.

It was around nine o’clock when I set off from home. Our home was near the Wat Pamaneekarn, (a temple complex). I cycled out towards the 1011 road which brought me to a place where Annie and I had discovered a shortcut which just added to our escapade.

A narrow road to a mysterious village

The route we took was narrow, ideal for cyclists but not for traffic. It had been Annie that had spotted it. It was a shortcut to the Puttamonthon Road. This narrow road about 3 to 4 metres wide was long, and straight passing through a long narrow village. Eventually, I ended on the 4006 road, between Mahidol University (Thailand’s top university), and Rajamangala University of Technology Rattanakosin.

One of the many universities in this part of Thailand

Later, now cycling along the 4006 again. This was becoming a bit tedious, so I took a right turn curious about where it might take me. One thing for sure was that it was going to take me over the railway line. From here I turned left and cycled along just enjoying the views: trees, paddy fields. I was hoping I might see a snake, but that wasn’t to be, although there were snakes in this area.

Thailand’s urban roads. This one is route 5035.

The first strange thing that I came across was a huge quarry truck painted bright yellow. Then further on I came across a parked up London Bus, with Piccadilly Circus, Regents Street, Marble Arch and Oxford Street. Obviously, the driver made a wrong turn somewhere.

Part of the Jesada Museum. Do you think my bum would look big in this?
A 1968 London Bus, obviously the driver took a wrong turn at the Strand.
It’s one year older than me and in much better shape.

I had arrived at the Jesada Technik Museum. The day I cycled here on my own, the place was closed, but the week after when I came with Annie cycling it was open, so we had a look round. The place was packed with old and vintage cars. Some of them would not have looked out of place in a Disney production. There were quite a lot of Isetta’s including a BMW one. Yes, in the 1950 and 60’s they built economy cars. I think these are the ones my sister and I knew as bubble cars.

A BMW bubble car, can anyone remember them? Did anyone own one?
My favourite. It looks all forlorn.
Annie (my wife) trying out a rickshaw.
A US Army aircraft not too sure what period? Korean War, Vietnam War?

On the day that Annie and I went it also attracted quite a lot of curiosity from cyclists. On leaving the museum. We cycled in a big circle. Again I had done this cycle the Monday before then I cycled around the museum not realizing it. I had to carry my bike over a bridge and down onto a very narrow stilted walkway.

Me on a bridge in such a romantic setting.
One of the narrowest of cycle paths that I had cycled on.

A Thai lady tried to explain to me that it came to a dead end, which it did, but there were more steps going up a banking, so I carried my bike up to find myself on a railway line. To my right was a rather sturdy looking steel bridge, spanning the Tha Chin River, a distributary of the Chao Phraya River.  To my left in the distance was a road, about half a kilometre away. Knowing that this railway was not a busy line I decided to walk along the railway sleepers to the road, believing that there would be a footpath somewhere.

The railway bridge across the Tha Chin River. Nobody told her that the 12:26 express was just behind her.

Eventually, I saw some of the railway fencing with a gate in it, so I quickly carried my bike down an overgrown banking and commenced with cycling on the dirt track. Now my fear were punctures.

On reaching the road, I cycled only to find myself confronted with two steam trains which again were part of the Jesada Museum, not exactly York Railway Museum, but they were interesting.

An old steam locomotive. This is not the York Railway Museum.
The Jesada Technik Museum