10/6/11
After a lovely 10 days in Koh Samui its time to leave and embark on what we know will be a mammoth 3 days of traveling . The plan is to get a mini bus to the port… get on a boat… then another bus to the train station… hang round for 8 hours… then get on an overnight train… wake up get on a motorbike taxi to the boarder… walk across the board through two sets of immigration… get a taxi to a hotel… rest for the night in a Malaysian transit town… get an early mini bus to another port.. take a ferry to an island.. get another minibus and then arrive at the beech hut and have a beer!
This best laid plans never usually work but we are pleased to tell you that everything did work. There were a few annoyances like 8 hour wait at the train station that turned into a 10 hour wait meaning we did not board to overnight train until 2am. The absolutely shocking train station hotel that whist cheep and us at a loose end for 8 hours ever we did not want to check into. Cast your mind back to our first Trip and you may recall our Ostrava blog where we stayed in a doss house for a night. Whilst the clientele at this hotel may have been slightly better the hotel had gone past faded glory and was heady towards compulsory demolition. As such we though the better option was a few hours on the internet, some dinner and post care writing and5 hours on the stain station floor. To make matters worse we had almost run out of cash so going to a comfortable bar was also out of the question. That said there local area had a severer deficit of such establishments or should I say none.
11/6/11
12.27am The train should be here by now but alas it’s running late
01.30 The board shows another delay
02.00 Hurrah our train is hear. Oh shit we are carriage 15 and we are outside carriage one. Quick run. Pheww we made it. Time for the oversized chip to curl up in a ball and go to sleep.
10.45 We should be there now
12.00 still not there
13.00 we are here yepeee.
Having no Malaysian money and having run out of BHAt and there not being an ATM in sight lunch is out of the question. That said we did have a sticky bun in the bag for breakfast. If we did not James may be minus an arm by now.
14.00 We have arrived at the hotel
15.00 Breakfast time. Luke nearly chewing the table leg off now. Even drinking a sugar drink. Breakfast/lunch is taken in a small café where the menu is all in Malaysian. Pointing at the menu words (no idea wheat we are ordering) and making hand singles is getting us nowhere. The old lady regards us as if we are learning disabled whilst I eye up her left calf thinking it would go nice with chilly paste. Fortunately a local helps us and we manage to order some very yummy but incredibly spicy food washed down with a nice Iced coffee. Bliss!!!
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