Not far from the temple there is a National Park, comprising an island in the middle of the Mun River. Access to the National Park is via a foot-bridge over the river.
Tim reads the information on the National Park, and reports that it was described as "mildly interesting", which does not seem like the description that would normally appear in a Travel Brochure.
We spend about an hour, on buffalo tracks with no signposts, looking for the footbridge. Finally we find it. It is a substantial construction in the form of a cable suspension bridge, and it spans at least 250metres. It seems it was originally a way for light vehicular traffic, but now the ends are barricaded to prevent even small mopeds from using it.
Closer inspection reveals that the wooden deck is rotting, and quite a lot of planks are broken or missing. Tim and Koen...clearly in thrall to a Death Wish...start off across the structure. I call out to them "I'll stay this side and document your swan-dives as you drop through...be sure to wave as you fall!" Piya...game for anything...decides to accept the risks of waiting behind with me.
I can see that two locals are coming towards us from the other side...they are moving very slowly and carefully, and always keeping at least one hand firmly on the thick safety rail.
Tim and Koen slow down, and I can see they are now recalling the deeply underwhelming description of the sights to be beheld on the island. Soon enough, they rejoin Piya and I and, together, we await the arrival of the locals who turn out to be an elderly woman and her young grand-daughter...they are both tiny, and they are carrying a small tube containing the crickets they have foraged in the National Park. "What delights are to be seen on the island?", Piya asks, and the response is "There is not much over there!".
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