Up the creek without a paddle
Well, Songkran away for 7 days camping trip, boys only.
Our songkran officialy started with a bucket of water over the car on tuesday at 12.30 in the afternoon.
But our real songran did not start until we were paddling up this river in a canoe. The current was strong and we were not getting so far, so I suggested crossing the river and following the tree line up where the current was almost nil.
We cam accross a 'tarzan' rope and had a hoot of a time, had not been on a tarzan rope since I was a kid and this one was cool, we could climb up to the top of the bank and swing from there which was about 4 meters above the water level and out into the river.
So 2 FatBastards and a 4yo playing tarzan on some thai kids rope that we scared off so we could play, here is one fat bastard up the tree retrieving the rope.
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Anyway, enough play and off we paddle trying to make it to the bridge, not just any old bridge, the river Kwai bridge.
Finally after repeated rests we make it, go ashore, have a drink and then jump back into it to get a closer fish eyes view of the bridge.
Under we go and guess what, perfect position for looking up the dresses of the girls walking over the bridge, so I figure that on the down river side of the bridges pilings there is a little eddy where the canoe could just sick, kinda sucked back onto the bridge with the current and we could relax, lay back and perv up the passing dresses.
Paddle hard I say, in reverse I say, so Uncle being a little confused about reverse looks around to see which way reverse is and as he does, over we go, 2 FatBastards and a 4yo in the drink, canoe upside down, paddles floating everywhere, 4yo floating everywhere.
I grab the kid, he is just to busy laughing and gulping mouthfulls of water to care whats going on. Uncle Party grabs the paddles, we hang onto the canoe as we are pushed helplessly down the river, away from the dresses, in fact the dresses are now all hanging over the bridge looking at us. I think I can hear a fat American yell "quick, call 911".
We collect our composure and half way down the river to the ocean decide to try to turn it over, we get it near to over and we fail, Uncle drops the paddles, one sinks to the bottom, the other I grab and all of a sudden we are up the creek with just one paddle and still an overturned canoe.
Ok, try again with all our might and its over, 1 FatBastard climbs aboard, chuck the kid on, the FatBastard 2 trys to climb on without sending all into the drink again. Success and we quietly float back to our camping spot.
Now, the story was when the canoe company asks us about the 2nd paddle "what paddle, you only gave us 1, why you think it took us 3 hours to paddle up to that bloody bridge".
Anyway, that was our Songkran holiday and it continued over 3 more towns and days. We found a town where there was a road on the map, but was not really there, not just a little road, a major connecting road. So we asked 'wheres the road, look here on the map' 'its not there' 'but its on the map' 'but its not there' 'ok well where is it' 'well its there but you cannot drive it' 'oh ok so its closed' 'no its not there' 'fuck it'.
We also found a brand spanking new bridge, so new it had the hession bags over it to keep the concrete cool, but it did not go anywhere either, there was no road on the other side, the bridge that went nowhere.
But we did find a new road that is not there yet on the map, but will be next year, but will be a bad road and only for 4wd's and runs along the Burmese border, guess where we going camping next year?
Oh and then there was the boat full of cute girls that picked us up and took us accross the river for a couple of hours of play in the river in Khampang Phet. But you dont wanna hear about that boring stuff.
