it took us forever to find the spot, mostly because google maps doesn't work well outside of the U.S.
After walking several hours in the Bangkok heat, we finally found the gigantic birds laying in a field that was just beyond a locked gate, but I was warned about this from other travel bloggers. The airplanes have became the homes to a couple of local Thai family squatters.
I noticed a woman and her son just on the other side of the gate, so I said hello and asked if we could go in. "200 baht!" she exclaimed. "for both? I asked. She said "no, each" at this point Teryn was quite over it and wasn't as excited as I was about taking photos of the wreckage. Teryn told me to go ahead and so I handed the woman the money and she opened the gates. Once inside I was greeted by the woman's son. The woman said, "this your guide." "sàwatdee, kun chêu a-rai? "I asked. ( Hello, what is your name?) the little boy answered back with a perfect, " my name is Tommy." "holy cow kid, not even my kids at school can say that as good as you just did!" Also I guarantee your name is not Tommy, but who cares.