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Travel Blogs from Songkhla
... 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 ...
... board a
train that can travel above water. This train is different from every
other train TJ has been on. It is a sleeper train and there are no
food vendors and very few people. This ride is 22 hours, and more
because of the detour. All TJ has to eat is some dried pork and nine
cans of beer on ice. He is happy. He meets a Thai girl named Sign,
and Sign speaks English fairly well. He hates the fact that she has
colored contacts in. ...
... meaty nuggets! The night market matches Chiang Mai for it's size, but undercuts CM by far on price. We returned very happy, sweaty shoppers, except for one troubling realisation. We were developing bites everywhere. Big, itchy gross red bites and we couldn't figure out where they were from. We knew we all got pretty badly bitten by the sand flies on the last beach, but these bites were in lines. Bed bugs. Bad ...
... of border crossing (compounded by the fact that this border is
recommended not to be crossed due to a high level of militant
insurgency) and the physical strain of the backpacks climaxed with
Alicia deciding she wanted a car to take us from the border to the train
station. Unfortunately, the circumstances provide no other alternative
but to either walk or get on the back of a moto (a scooter that barely
holds the driver, let ...