Ao Kao Resort Trat
Koh Mak Island Trat, Thailand
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The border crossing
The crossing from Thailand to Cambodia was as chaotic as we'd been led to believe. Having travelled for a couple of hours and flouncing through the Thai exit - which I mistakenly thought was the border and announced to Chris "that was easy" we walked to the uber-dodgy crossing. Firstly a "doctor" gave us a full bill of health by shining a light on our heads (definitely worth the £2 each) then our passports were snatched from us and the helpful ...
Cross at the Border
... At a guest house where our drivers dropped us off and asked for payment. Confused and suspicious, we spoke to the staff at the guest house, they assured us they would arranged a tuk tuk to take us to the bus. We waited, with only 10 mins before we knew the bus would depart.
Then one staff member came up to us angry and insisting we pay the motorbike drivers. First was my turn to get cross. Turned into a bit of a yelling ...
Slutkörda
... hoppade på bussen fort som bara den, hungriga och törstiga som aldrig förr. Vi var nämligen tvungna att skynda oss från flygplatsen till busstationen för att vi skulle hinna med den sista båten över till Koh Chang. Nu är det så att tidsbegrepp är inget de har anammat här i Thailand så vi kom fram 1 1/2 senare än beräknat vilket ledde till att vi spenderade 6 1/2 timmar på bussen. Som tur var stannade vi halvvägs och då passade vi på att köpa vatten och bananchips, nån mat serverades ej. ...
(Verregnetes) Strand-WE & (Verregnete)BKK-Berichte
... wieder zurück zum riesen Airport in Trat, wo wir jedoch an dem EINEM Sicherheitscounter komplett auseinander genommen werden (klar, ich schau auch aus wie ein Bombenleger) u. dann gings ab nach Bangkok.
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Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanz liebe Grüßchen,
eure carinski.
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Ko Mak
... that our huge bathroom in the bungalow was semi open air, meaning by night all the jungle creepies were in there - mice, spiders the size of hands - yak that was it, changed bungalow, but still the same.
We checked out the next morning after an evening in monkey's Reggae bar, watching Germans and other central europeans attempting to dance - not even funny.
We moved to a 3rd ...



