It’s 5 to 9 as I arrived at Maeklong train station, I saw that next the train would arrive at 9.40, so I decided to take a walk along the railway,
There are so many food stall, and many people sit and talk to their friends, read newspaper, just like common morning activities
Across the street there is a market
It looked like an ordinary Thai market , many tropical fruits and vegetables were in big brightly colored piles, varieties of chili pastes and herbs were abounding,
Thai dishes were freshly prepared, many varieties of fish, and beautiful lady sell flowers, the usual crowds were moseying around.
Suddenly sound of whistle is heard,and soon market dwellers turned on their alerted faces.
Everybody began to take position at the side of the railway, vendors roll back their produce, moved the fruits on the ground a little bit far from the track, and undo the awning, some of them help others to get ready.
And… the train nose peeked
around the curve and proceeded to chug straight into the market, brushing stalls and fruits with inches to spare.
No time to do about their stuff, like a fruit seller, he pointed to his rambutans, feeling worried the train would crush them, but he just sit back and saw the train come closer and closer…
As the last train car rolled through, the market unfolded in a magical display. vendors organize their produce back, very near to the track.
Within seconds the market was thriving once again and as if there is nothing extraordinary had happened.