The rainy season lasts much longer than many people even consider. It seemed to have dragged on longer than ever in our part of the rural northeast. It affected my mood, as did the situation described in Sisaket Stadium Shambles. I was desperate to smile again and fall back in love with where I lived.
Time for a Solo Adventure
Since January 2023, I hadn’t spent a night alone. Not that it upset me, because I love my wife dearly. But something had to give. I needed an adventure. Something slightly risky, on a budget, where I had to fend for myself.
Lo and behold, without me realising it, the football fixtures came up trumps.
I found fixtures over five days at stadiums I hadn’t seen games at, and all were connectable by public transport. My good lady couldn’t have been more supportive and was perhaps looking forward to some time to herself. So that was it. It was time to start planning.
Planning Public Transport in Thailand
Although Thai public transport is relatively cheap, it can be slow, with large distances between towns. Many towns don’t have railway stations, meaning buses are the best option. Finding information about bus services isn’t easy, as many websites are in Thai and don’t appear in search engines.
While I enjoy researching, it takes time and can be frustrating. ChatGPT became my friend. The AI tool gave me the names of companies running buses between towns. I looked up the websites, using Google Translate where necessary. Some allowed online advance bookings. I used Agoda to book hotels and my State Railway of Thailand online account to book my train ticket.
Memories came flooding back as I decided what to fit into my backpack. It became a joint operation, as my wife wanted to make sure I didn’t leave home without anything. I could only imagine how her son felt attending his first day at school or when he joined the army.
So, with enough clean clothes to last six days, toiletries, chargers, my Amazon Fire, EarPods and local food, I boarded the 6.08 train from Kanthararom on Wednesday 16th September, excited for what lay ahead.
Budgeting is Fine – To a Degree
Within the first few minutes of the seven-hour journey, I realised I had made my first mistake. To save cash, I paid 231 THB (I’ve used 44 THB to £1 throughout this article) for a third-class seat with a fan and the windows wound down. For double that, I could have had a reclining seat with air conditioning.
Nevertheless, it was an interesting experience. Legroom was negligible, and I was fortunate that nobody sat opposite. Vendors got on and off throughout the journey, selling their wares at fair prices rather than hiking them like in the extortionate buffet cars on Western services.
The journey meandered through mountains and alongside the new high-speed line under construction, which will eventually connect Singapore with China, running through Thailand.
Welcome to Chainat
The total trip took 11 hours from home. When I arrived, I took a tuk-tuk past the market and to the Chao Phraya River to see some of the town. It’s not very big, but everyone I met was extremely friendly.
A local politician owned the local football club, Chainat Hornbill, spending a few seasons in the top division.
I booked a hotel for 550 THB, a 10-minute walk from Khao Plong Stadium, which is located well out of town. When it came to hotel rooms, I wasn’t too worried about luxury, but it had to be clean, safe, have a bathroom and Wi-Fi. This one fit the bill perfectly.
The match was nothing much to write home about and ended 0-0. That wasn’t a problem because going to football matters far more than the 90 minutes or so of action. I consider the overall experience more important, like the people you meet, the atmosphere, and the food and drink. Chainat did OK.
A young lady had stopped me on my walk to the stadium and offered me a ride on the back of her motorbike. The youngster selling tickets spoke perfect English and was charm personified. The ultras smiled and posed for pictures. All of which was superb for filming for my YouTube Channel trilogy capturing the adventure.
The following morning, I set off on foot to the bus station with neither taxi app responding. It was a long hike, so I was delighted when a tuk-tuk sounded its horn and stopped up the road.
Amazingly, it was the same driver from the day before, taking his grandson to high school.
As I boarded my bus to Bangkok, I recalled how many times that Thai kindness had helped me over the years, and everything would be alright if I freed my mind and wanted to have fun.
Onto Chanthaburi
I really fell for Chanthaburi on a previous overnight visit with my wife, yet I knew more fun was waiting if I “roughed” it for a few hours.
I got a perfect view after pre-booking the seat next to the driver, as he weaved through traffic leaving the capital. It wasn’t for the faint-hearted.
I chose to stay in the old town. My basic hotel had all my requirements, plus a spacious balcony overlooking the river if I wanted to relax. Not that there was time for such things.
I soon sat down to eat a few doors up with a riverside view before walking to the stadium through the bustling night market.
My aims when attending a football game were accommodated too. The atmosphere was great, and the locals were friendly. One of them, originally from Sisaket, wore his team’s shirt and gave me his Chanthaburi scarf after seeing me in my Sisaket United top.
The ultras were great for filming, especially as their team won 2-0.
My night was far from done, as I took a Grab to the majestic French Cathedral and then spent a couple of hours in a fantastic craft beer bar. The music was up my street, both piped and then later played by a live duet.
In hindsight, I wish I hadn’t booked a seat in the back corner of the small bus back to Bangkok. Every seat was taken, and space was at a premium. However, I made friends with a local chap in the same situation. He spoke to the driver and then let me know when the bus was about to leave after a comfort break.
Back to Ayutthaya
The Minibus Station at Mo Chit is one of Thailand’s hidden treasures to many backpackers. It doesn’t have a BTS or MRT directly serving it, so it takes effort to get to. Once you are there, it opens endless possibilities for budget travellers, serving anywhere within a four- to five-hour range of the capital.
Its slight downside, at least from my experience, is that it is quite random when you might leave. You go to an information desk and tell them where you want to go. They send you to one of the offices, with ticket desks inside waiting to sell tickets.
It’s noisy and quite an experience.
This time, they sent me to Office A for Ayutthaya. Once I announced my destination, they ushered me to a desk, sold me a ticket for 80 THB, and sent me straight outside to the minibus. Once the last couple of seats had been sold, we departed.
That seems to be how it works.
This time I chose to stay in an area of Ayutthaya before you enter the old city. The minibus stopped, saving me a taxi fare back. My hotel was 600 THB.
I walked to one of the main temples near the stadium, had lunch and then took a siesta before returning for the match.
The hotel staff, the old ladies who made lunch, and the restaurant across the road where I had rice porridge for breakfast were friendly and helpful.
The football attracted nearly 4,000 spectators looking for Friday night entertainment. The first half was dull, but the second was full of talking points as Uthai Thani beat hosts Ayutthaya United 2-1.
After the game, I headed to an area marked on Google Maps as Balloon Ayutthaya Night Plaza. This area is alien to most Westerners, although Eastern tourists and businessmen seem familiar with it.
I enjoyed the two bars I used, where the friendly staff and owners bemoaned the rainy season and their lack of customers. It was a pleasant way to socialise for a few hours, knowing my mileage was massively reduced the following day.
After a walk and filming around stunning Wat Mahathat and Wat Ratchaburana, it was time to discover another new town.
More New Friends in Suphanburi
Minibuses leave Ayutthaya from Naresuan Road. I found out that the 703 would take me to Suphanburi.
Again, timetables seemed as natural as walking to the moon.
The driver waited until he had enough passengers before setting off on a route that stopped at several villages while also playing the role of a parcel courier.
We paid the driver at our destination. I noted that my fare was 100 THB, while Thais paid 20 baht less.
Because it was too early to check into my 600 THB hotel room, I dropped my backpack and walked around the city to see how it operated.
Suphanburi had three things going for it. It had a football club with an interesting backstory. I’d never been, and it had a tower, which I’m a real sucker for.
The surrounding gardens were pristine, and the lift to the top was well worth 30 THB. I continued to the Tha Chin River and market area.
I had lunch at a tasty noodle shop opposite Wat Phra Rup before returning to my hotel for a siesta. The young man at reception turned on my AC while I was out so I could relax after my exercise, which I thought was a nice touch.
I ordered a Grab to another stadium located out of town for the match. For a short spell, Suphanburi were one of Thai football’s leading lights until the sponsors pulled out, and they now play in the third tier.
Locals still get behind the club, which offered free admission. I reckon at least 70% wore the new replica team shirts.
Food and drink options were limited, and even less so because of the large crowd who wanted to buy outside one of Thailand’s better arenas.
I found a seat in the covered stand next to a friendly chap who spoke a bit of English, while all around me were welcoming and slightly bewildered by my presence.
Sadly, the game didn’t live up to the occasion. The ref took the teams off for an hour a few minutes into the second half because of thunder and lightning, accompanied by heavy rain.
A tragedy a few months earlier in southern Thailand had seen a player killed by lightning, so stricter regulations were now in force.
Thankfully, I managed to commandeer a Bolt ride back into town. I was slightly surprised it was the same man who had earlier driven for Grab, before changing apps to pick up a more expensive fare.
Who could blame him in that weather?
I returned to my room for an early night.
Back to Bangkok and a Great Day Out
My 8 am departure to the capital cost 120 THB and took around two hours.
In Bangkok, I took advantage of the feature all returning minibuses offer when I alighted at Mo Chit BTS station, with an interchange with Chatuchak MRT. This allowed me to take the underground train and drop my backpack at my hotel.
My room seemed like extremely good value when I booked it, costing only 520 THB. I soon found out why.
I’d booked a shared pod with another person. The Agoda website didn’t state that. The excellent receptionist helped me pay an additional 500 THB to upgrade to a single room.
While one of the priorities of my adventure was to reconnect with Thailand, it is also important not to be remote and to enjoy occasional familiarity.
The Red Lion on Sukhumvit 13 provided this, where an English breakfast and a mug of Yorkshire tea did the job as I watched the sports news on TV.
Expats and tourists have Western bar options, but this place is the best value. I think of it as Wetherspoons with multiple TVs showing live sport.
Feeling energised, I took the BTS across the city to Wongwian Yai. When I alighted, I walked a further 10 minutes to the railway station with the same name.
Wongwian Yai is a splendid little station, with lots of stalls and cafes on the platforms and adjacent street.
My destination was Maha Chai, the old name for Samut Sakhon, a busy fishing port near the Gulf of Thailand on the same Tha Chin River as Suphanburi.
The journey took around an hour, and my ticket cost 20 THB.
When we arrived in the vibrant town, I wandered through the bustling market before catching the ferry across the river. This was an experience, with passengers and motorbikes sharing the same area.
On the other side, I walked to Ban Laem station.
Trains depart from there to Mae Klong station in Samut Songkhram. The journey is captured on YouTube as the train travels through a busy market, and owners pull back the awnings protecting their stalls from the tracks.
Back across the river, I wandered around Samut Sakhon. It was impossible not to know what was being sold in the market from the smells and sight of the seafood.
After eating at Nampu Plaza, a tuk-tuk took me to the football match at a university campus stadium that has truly seen better days.
Samut Sakhon City have made great strides since being promoted to Thai League 3, even reaching the FA Cup semi-final a few seasons back.
Their support was passionate on this occasion, with over 600 fans cheering them on to victory against Rajpracha. It was probably the most exciting game of my tour.
Thankfully, a Bolt driver saved me a 30-minute walk back to the station, dropping me at the market at full-time as rain clouds gathered. Indeed, rain fell heavily during the train ride back to Bangkok.
I returned to the Red Lion to enjoy 150 THB pints of Tiger while watching the Premier League football from back home and having a nice conversation with a fellow expat who’d lived in Thailand for many years.
It was great to exchange stories and chat naturally for a couple of hours. I certainly slept well at my hotel.
Homeward Bound
After a bit of panic, I managed to hail a taxi to take me to where my first-class coach was setting off to take me back to Sisaket.
I travelled with Nakhonchai Air, which serves northern and northeast Thailand.
My ticket cost 750 THB and included a roomy, comfortable seat (there are only 30 on the coach), a light meal, a packet of snacks, water, a couple of cartons of juice, a blanket and a cold napkin.
Unfortunately, the entertainment screen was faulty.
I chose the company because each seat had an automatic back-massage feature, which I used plentifully.
While we travelled, I reflected on how much fun I’d had, sometimes outside my comfort zone, but always finding a solution, often with the help of friendly Thais.
I was reminded I was no longer a youngster, and that the following morning after a few drinks can be hard work.
But most of all, I reconnected with Thailand and its people and replicated the joy I used to feel when heading off alone.
Listen to the Full Story
You can also listen to an account of my 2,200km tour on an episode of A Thai Football Podcast.
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