I was getting really lazy these days and was certainly drinking too much, but managed to beat the apathy today in search of the Thai Air Force Museum. As per usual, this place was difficult to get information on but I did discover that it was allegedly south of the old domestic airport, which made sense. Unfortunately, although there was a direct bus to take me there, it took forever through notoriously bad traffic until I alighted eventually in an area crammed with flyovers, elevated highways and perhaps 14 lanes of traffic. The airport complex was massive too with no museum discernible amongst the miles of cargo warehouses. I sought advice from the sweet babes at the terminal information desk but they understandably struggled to interpret Air Force. After a short game of charades they thought they had the idea and sent me off skeptically northwards, only to find myself at the National Memorial, basically a war museum whose existence I had not even been aware of. That was a bonus of sorts then, especially since it had a couple of aircraft displayed outside, but the farce was complete when the buildings proved to be closed. I had a short look at the T-28 Trojan, all engine and no fuselage, and some small obscure helicopter before heading back the way I had come. I'd come to the conclusion that I needed to get over to the other side of the airfield and so in a vain attempt at trying to find a perpendicular road I endured the heat and traffic, only succeeding in locating a bottle of 7UP in a friendly market area not used to tourists. From there I considered that a taxi fare would be too much even if I did manage a more convincing mime of Air Force this time, so sad to say that was it, too bad, I had to admit defeat on this one.
The lengthy bus ride back along a different route revealed more massive shopping centres, public buildings which all resembled temples and an enormous M shaped tower block daring to be different. Chipping away later at much time required on a PC, I checked out flights again and came to another decision of sorts. Devoid of a Thai guidebook now, there was little room left for mucking about, I would simply head direct to Penang, there being no direct flight to Sumatra.