Kosit Hotel Hat Yai

... That night I took it easy and stayed in to rest up for the next day and probably my last night with the English guys I have been traveling with since Vietnam. Staying in turned interesting though when I saw live cockfighting on the television. It is a crazy spectacle to watch, and somewhat like a car crash. You can't turn away, you just watch.<br> The next night was a lot of fun. We went to a one year ...

Not much to say about Hat Yai, i only stayed here one night to break up the journey from Krabi to Penang in Malaysia. Although it is a fair sized town there isn't a lot to see or do. I started noticing a few people in Krabi wearing headscarves, and there are even more here. This far south in Thailand a lot of the people are Muslim. When i was planning how to get to Malaysia i looked at Hat Yai in the guidebook, where it says something like "some ...

... out and our dogs would freak out, barking and running and ******* themselves as though he was the Devil's Own Poodle come to defile all their little short-legged puppies. Of course, after a couple quick exploratory circles around each other they would settle into the sand side by side like they've probably done every day for the last five years. All of which at least partially explains the inappropriate level of pleasure I got from seeing two of them end up ...

... that we were actually on Ko Lanta Noi, 10 km away from the ferry to Ko Lanta Lai. So we knocked on doors, well the couple of houses we could find, until we found somebody that was willing to give us a ride to the next ferry. After a ride in the back of a pickup truck, the shortest ferry in the world (if they would have put 3 ferry nose to tail next to each other, it would actullay have created a bridge !) and another pickup truck ride and we were walking up ...

... me of my childhood. Kids were playing on the streets, trying to fly a kite in between buildings, playing badminton when the wind is blowing like mad. And not to mention the little stalls that sold like lil titbits which was just... indescribable. SOOO!!! We walked all the way back to the train station, past the guys who were dyeing clothes, whom are already not there. And around to the city area. When we got there ...

... a shower, couldn't I have waited till later? I explained (using as little expletives as possible) that i was, in fact, standing in 4 inches of water and all of our bags (including the book i'd been reading) were soaking wet! When Jo joined me in our puddle of despair, she took a look at where the water was coming from, which, it appeeared was running from the corridor and under our door. It appeared that the whole of the corridor was aflood and the water was inconveniently ...

... able to speak much Thai. Another Songthaw driver claimed h knew where we needed to go and said we could have a free ride (which I highly doubted) and lo and behold he took us straight there no messing so we paid up (which was a sensible fee comapred to the last chap) and bought a ticket for a minivan and waited for it to fill up. First we had to fill up with fuel which was an amusing site - instead of going to the nearest Shell station we seemed to go to a shack ...

... I know, I am only half Asian, or maybe even Japanese and not Korean at all. Even though I am not very Korean culturally, that would be really strange if someday I learned that I wasn't Korean afterall, as I've believed all my life. I've been trying to figure out if it's important for me to know, and I'm not sure. I always thought that I looked "very Korean" (somebody must've told me that once), but besides Japanese, people have asked if I ...

We took the overnight train with the locals to Hat Yai, and stayed on to head down to the Malaysian border. *megs later comments DONT RIDE 3'RD CLASS. stay the extra night in town if the first and second class are booked. it was brutally hot, the seats were bench seats that faced one another, forcing yo to sit at a 90 degree anle at all times. i slept on the filthy floor, and kev slept on the filthy bench seat. it was a looooooooooooooooong ride. don't do it.

... peppers. Yep, the vicious little green *******s that are one step below Chief Wigam's 'Guatemalan Insanity Peppers' in levels of mouth melting hot and spiciness. God it was hot. Lindsay almost coughed up a mouthful of noodles when she saw my face after my first spoonful. My eyes bugged out and my face no doubt flushed and stayed red. The Coke I was drinking did nothing to ease the pain. Still, I conserved my ...