Wednesday, 30 April 2014
The park is renowned for its orchids, butterflies and fungi. Ian was ecstatic about the fungi and took lots of photos of his favourite plant. This park is well worth a visit with good walks and good information. December would be great when the orchids are at their best. There are also good rocks and it’s a geo-park in the making with deep eroded joint patterns and tessellated terraces in abundance. These were used militarily, so have significant historical as well as geological importance.
On the mountain road the people cultivating their small gardens looked different to the farmers on the plains below. At the entry to the National Park it was confirmed that we were in the area of the Hmong tribal people. Further along, at Park HQ we arrived just ahead of a convoy of official cars with police and military escort. The Thai Environment Minister was paying an official visit to one of his more outstanding parks. Ian and Gerry met and chatted with him, a Sydney Uni graduate. I failed to get photographic proof.
Our overnight guest house was at the foot of the climb up to Phu Hin Rong Kla National Park, so it was straight up, and a real test for the Dodge. We got away in the cool of first light and the Dodge pulled well at first, but at the 19 km mark, at 1650m, from the flat plains, she stalled and overheated. We increased the fuel flow once, then again, and eased off the revs a little and the temperature dropped. She climbed well for a few more km until the top at about 1900m, and then stalled and refused to start.
We were in tropical rainforest with about 3 vehicles an hour passing along the road, and no NRMA, RACV or RACQ. Ian pulled the carburettor apart and found the choke float had separated. We re-attached it and screwed it up tight again and were on our way. Since then it has not missed a beat. On the flat we have lowered the fuel flow to try and wean it a bit. We are confident it will learn from this as it has its own quite human, though cantankerous, personality. Some readers might remember the days of the Armstrong system of power steering, and the Crash Craddock gearbox.
Tuesday, 29 April 2014
Tuesday, 22 April 2014
Ian tells it: We spent some time organising the cars and tools, had breakfast at a delightful roadside stall - pork, rice, beans, and coffee - and set out up Highway 1, looking for accommodation near Namtok Chet Sao Noi National Park. We found an apartment block with hotel rooms and secure parking south of the park. The plan is to stay here a day or two till John arrives. We can leave the Dodge and exploring in the Cruiser. We honed our navigation skills and ventured out to the nearby national park. It is the end of the dry so the trees in the park are distressed and have lost most of their leaves waiting for the rains and the end of the heat like everything else. A short walk into the waterfalls was all that was on at midday, with all birds, animals, and humans seeking refuge from the sun.
Ian Neuss writes: We, Gerry and I, got the cars out of customs at about 2pm after signing our lives away to customs and agreeing to get them out of the country or pay a tax. We were able to wait in the warehouse while customs went over the cars and took film of every number on them. The Land Cruisers engine number on the tag was different from the one on the registration certificate but the same as the one on the engine, luckily. We eventually, with a few more forms, got the cars out of the sauna temperature warehouse and were allowed to take them out of the docks. So we set out and got them 50km north of Bangkok to Rangsit, fuelled up, put air in the tires and got ready to take them into the traffic on the main drag north. Most successful. Thai drivers are not aggressive and are too polite to use the horn. So after settling in it wasn't as bad as I had imagined, except the trucks doing a U turn on the freeway can bring the road to a standstill. All allowable. Darkness came upon us and we had no accommodation and no ideas so we called into the first one we could locate, the Good Inn. It had rooms and parking. The rooms were beds and TV, bath and lots mirrors, little else and no key Having a beer outside when we arrived we realised where we were. People were driving up for a short time disappearing into these VIP, SUPER VIP or PARADISE labeled rooms. A team of women were walking around pushing a trolley of sheets, towels and cleaning gear. They would descend on a room as a car left and before the next arrived. Now we could work out what the sign said at the entrance. A walk to a nearby restaurant and some food restored the body. By morning some rooms were occupied by travelers or at least occupied.