Because who does not love bike rides, maps and pictures?
Today, I rode out west and south towards the palace again, taking a slightly different route that kept me off Phahonyothin and away from the skytrain pretty much altogether. The thing about being near or directly under the skytrain on one of those main thoroughfares is that it is dark, oppressive, loud, and pollution gets trapped in the air between the road and the raised track. Oh, and the devil lives there.
I found myself on a military base while trying to work out a soi route on the last bit to keep off the main road, which was interesting. Soldiers everywhere, but no one seemed to do more than look at me askance and with curiosity.