This is the start of one of my wife and my’s greatest adventures.
While spending time in Bangkok, we kept passing by a set of railroad tracks running directly through town. There was something about the tracks that caught my attention, so before we left I wanted to make sure I grabbed a photo of them.
On our final day we dared to cross the street (an adventure in and of itself) and stood along the sidewalk looking down the lines as they disappeared into the distance. The two of us suddenly found ourselves walking down the tracks, heading to a destination unknown. We didn’t know how far we’d go, if we’d get ourselves into trouble, or if we’d re-inact the scene from “Stand By Me” where we jumped out of the way of a passing train. Either way, we were in it together.
As we quietly walked down the tracks, we constantly surveyed the scene. Our plan was to only walk a little bit, until things got a bit “seedy,” then we’d turn around. The thing is, we never felt scared. We walked with genuine smiles on our faces because our favorite part of travelling is experiencing local cultures.
This. Was. Local. Culture.
As we walked, we passed a gentleman in nothing but a towel washing his cat with a garden hose. We passed small shops selling snacks and drinks (we bought bottles of water). We smiled and waved at children. We got out of the way when a ten year-old boy rode by selling ice cream from a cart mounted to the tracks.
We were definitely taking the road visitors rarely take.
Eventually, the railroad tracks crossed another major street, and what lay ahead on the rails drifted off into nothingness. We chose to head back via another roadway, and found ourselves passing children rummaging through debris, looking for anything worth selling. We passed a cart selling fried beetles and bugs (which, I’m about 50/50 on wishing I tried some/glad I didn’t).
In the end, we wandered down awesomeness. My wife does really, really well with taking a deep breath and plunging in. (While in China, we somehow wandered into a gentleman’s private museum for deceased family members, but that’s a story for another day.) I’m proud of my wife and the courage she has to take a deep breath and just go with with flow. She’s my best friend and my favorite travel buddy, and she pushed the conservative me into going down railroad tracks I wouldn’t normally chance. As a result, I have images and experiences I will never forget. (One of my favorite pictures from our walk down the tracks resides in the Asia Gallery.)
The above picture was one of the first taken on our walk.