Typical

Earlier this week Kate and I decided to meet some friends in kanchanaburi, which is home to the bridge that set the story for the famous 1957 movie 'Bridge on the River Kwai' and is a popular tourist destination. Should be easy to get to, yes? This is Thailand we're talking about, so of course not.
After scouring the Internet for any information about a bus from Ayutthaya to Kanchanaburi and having no luck, we finally asked some Thai friends who told us that we take the 130 bus from a large shopping complex an hour away. Well, we are currently the only 2 farangs squished in the back of a minibus (large van frequently used as a mode of transportation) that is not marked with any numbers, and 2 extra people have been shoved in...one on a plastic stool in the middle of 2 seats (safety first always). Are we going to Kanchanaburi? Will we end up in Burma? Might we be dropped off in a town where no one speaks English? All valid questions, but rest assured that after the driver (with a look of dread in his eyes) asked us where we were going--and after a few attempts to understand our terrible accents and mispronunciation-- and confirmed that we will in fact reach our final destination (next blog post will hopefully confirm this).
Just another typical Thai adventure filled with confusion, charades, and some breach of American safety regulations.