Chao Phraya Express Boat - Lines

Lines

  • Local Line: runs between Nonthaburi and Wat Rat Singkhon districts in Bangkok (Rush hours only).
  • Blue Flag Line: This service runs between Nonthaburi and Sathon districts in Bangkok. At Sathorn pier is an interchange, where passengers may change boats or change their transportation to ferry, longtail boat, BTS Skytrain and bus.
  • Orange Flag Line: runs between Nonthaburi Province at the north end, and Rat Burana district in Bangkok at the south end (Daily all-day service). The fare is now 15 Thai Baht.
  • Yellow Flag Line: runs between Nonthaburi and Ratburana districts in Bangkok (Rush hours only). (3 trips in the morning of holiday period from Nonthaburi to Sathorn, and 3 trips in the evening from Sathorn to Nonthaburi, served by large boats that also serves as tourist boat)
  • Green-Yellow Flag Line (Rush hours only; only line that goes further north from Nonthaburi Pier)
  • Tourist boat (Serves Sathorn (CEN), Oriental (N1), Si Phraya (N3), Rachawongse (N5), Memorial Bridge (N6), Tha Tien (N8), Maharaj Pier (Special pier; adjacent to Wat Phra Kaeo and Grand Palace), Wang Lang (N10), and Phra Athit (N13). After that it circles back down along the same path to Sathorn pier) It services from 9:30 AM to 3:30 PM daily

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