No digital departure boards.
No branded refreshment franchise, just a soporific store selling cheap cakes, drinks, pot noodles.
Station master rings a brass bell hanging over the platform.
Control room full of 1960s looking signal machinery.
Analogue clock on the wall. Doesn't matter if it tells the right time as the train runs at thai time and comes. When it wants. In this case approx 1 hour late. Military uniforms, neat and clean station, but certainly not run like clockwork.
A toilet staffed by a garishly made up woman sitting behind a counter with tv, carpet on the floor, lounging husband in football shirt. 3 baht for a pee.
Potted ferns in ornamental pots. A 2 metre portrait of the king in ceremonial regalia flanked by the yellow royal flag and the red blue white thai flag.
The platform is open to all and is a place where mothers hang out with young children. Families stroll over the lines to the food stalls on the other side.
Porters pile up stacks of cardboard boxes and what looks like bull bars wrapped in paper ready to be loaded on the next train.
I don't care if it's late. Waiting at a thai station is quite relaxing.