On the way to the station, I dropped off a flip-flop for repair. The strop at the front had broken which in Europe would consign the pair to the bin. Here a repair with a brand new leather strop was quoted at 20 Baht (less than 50p), aided by the helpful translations of another of the mender's customers.
From the station, I set off on a walk through Chinatown and down to the river. Chinatown seems to have a street for every engineering specialism, including lorry rear axle street.
It was great to see the Chao Phraya again. I love its vibrancy with all the boats rushing up and down. I then set off to make my way back towards the hotel, as I wanted to be back in time to make some Royal Opera House reservations, the system for which opened at 4.00 pm Bangkok time.
Ambling along the streets, my eye was caught by a very lovely looking old building in a small park. It turned out to be the Library, housing a collection of English language books.
Behind it, but accessible from the parallel street was the British Club, sporting its union flag and looking suitably colonial. It's amazing what one comes across once the pressure to do the sights is taken away.
The street between the library and British Club had lots of food stalls
as well as a very retro-travel agent, complete with a model of Concorde and other planes.
The street also featured a temple
Opera house to tickets booked, I frittered away the next four hours in a slightly jet-lagged state before heading off to eat. I slept fitfully, continually looking at my watch and phone with my mind on the Richmond Park by-election. I so did not want another horrid result and my last dream/nightmare was preparing me for the worst with a goldsmith win by a margin of just under 1,000.
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