I woke up in time for breakfast. I stopped in at the first place that advertised “American Breakfast.” I later found out there are many places that serve bacon, eggs, toast, with orange juice and call it American Breakfast. I realized when I got the bill that it was horribly overpriced.
I then moved my stuff over to the Lamphu House, which was just next to my hostel of last night. The place was much better. I got a cheap room that had its own bathroom. I still liked this place a lot. In fact, I probably liked it the most of all the places I stayed. The room only had a fan, but with a window that faced the nearby river, it was nice a cool. Here’s a picture I grabbed from the website that is the same as my room:
After dropping off my things, I decided to explore the area. I grabbed a tourist map and headed toward the nearby National Museum. On the way, I came upon a bicycle stand. This booth had a big sign that said, “Green Bangkok Bicycle.”
Its a free service for tourists providing free bicycle rentals to tour central Bangkok. I filled out the paperwork, got the booklet, and set off. The funny thing is that the program requires riders to travel clockwise around a circular bike path around the area. So, in order to go to the museum, I had to travel the long-way around.
But, I had all day so I didn’t mind. I made the first few stops suggested on the pamphlet. then, I realized that you get what you pay for. The chain fell off the gear. I tried to get it back on, but without a wrench, it was impossible. By this time, I was soaked in sweat—like completely through. So, I walked it to the next bike station to see if I could exchange it. The people at the stand made a call, and decided to do the switch. So, I got a new, free bike to borrow.
Along the way, I passed this utility worker. In the middle of traffic, he leaned a ladder against the wire itself to do work. In retrospect it reminds me of the woman mopping a light socket in The Beach. The main character tries to warn the lady about the dangers of electricity, and the woman just responds, “No worry.”
With the second bike, I again got what I paid for. About a kilometer down the road, I made a hard push on one of the pedals and bent it way out of shape—like beyond use. I pushed the pedal up against a wall to try to bend it back into shape. I was careful not to push too hard because I was afraid of breaking the plastic pedal. I got it back mostly where I should have been and continued on my way.
After the long ride, I was so tired I skipped the museum. The people at the last bike stand just shrugged when I showed them the bent pedal. As I see it, the Bangkok Bicycle program has two big drawbacks: (1) the bikes are low-quaility and (2) it is damn hot in Bangkok. But, at least the price is right.