B.P. Grand Suite Hotel
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... scores-injured-as-four-bo mb-explosions-rock-border-towns/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">fighting</a> on and off with armed, anti-government insurgents. Other than a bit of drama with my two Finnish travel companions only getting a 15 day, rather than a standard 30 day visa, the border crossing was as ordinary as the meal selection we would shortly be tucking into. My “more reindeer to the Thai government” joke also didn’t seem to translate so ...
... her portion and more food had to be sought and was found in the form of sweet sticky rice. Following dinner, since neither of us felt inclined to call it a night, we wandered in search of a tea shop or bar for a drink. However, the streets were almost deserted, save for the odd street vendor, and after venturing up to the door of a venue with a lit 'bar' sign only to be greeted by scantily clad women declaring 'no massage' we retired to our room. Our final morning ...
... sat opposite and he couldnt look at Abbie without blushing and saying "Swaa-ay" which means beautiful...he even snuck over and gave us some strange rubbery sweets :) cute kid.
The train was, as predicted by Martin a tad late arriving and we were given a lift to his house where we relaxed and nabbed some internets. Went for a wander around where he lives and found some tasty ice creams for 16p....bargains. Slowly started to understand what Martin said about people this far south ...
... hand gestures and help from local tuk-tuk drivers were required to explain where we wanted to go, but everyone was generally very helpful, despite seemingly bemused by foreigners choosing to travel this way. We were dropped off a fair distance from the ferry port, so had to get a map from a local hotel, but eventually found our way to the port. A street market dinner of mystery meats later, and we were boating our way ...
7 November 7 ~ TJ opens his eyes. He can hear loudspeakers and many
people walking around. He is laying on the middle of the floor inside
the train station. He sits up. People smile and laugh to see the
hungover farang wake to life, in the middle of a bustling hallway. TJ
rolls up his bedroll, checks to see that all his belongings are still
in his back pack, they are. He gathers his **** together and walks to
the snack shop ...