Travel Blogs from Narathiwat
... is a small resort area with a few budget places to stay as well as big expensive resorts for honeymooners and families! It was a small quiet town and in the evenings we either sat on the beach or headed for a quiet drink in one of the few local bars. After a couple of hours in one such bar spent playing jenga and poker with the local bar staff we were about to leave when a large group of people came running down the road shouting and dancing! It turned out that ...
We booked a boat and bus to take us across Malaysia, to the East Coast. Here's a breakdown of that one, crazy night journey:
4.30pm: We wait outside our hotel in Langkawi wearing fluorescent stickers and feeling a bit like we are on a school trip. We are picked up by a taxi driver with no fingers.
6pm: We embark a small passenger ferry at Kualah ferry terminal which will take us over to the mainland. A young Malay guy who has just qualified to be a police officer ...
... Besut. It was about ten minutes late, but I guess I have to get used to that. Things don't generally run on schedule here so you have to be much more relaxed when travelling.
We got back to Kuala Besut and waited about 45 minutes for a bus back to Kota Bharu. It finally came and we got back to KB and checked into the same KB Backpackers that we had been at a few days earlier. We knew it was a perfect location, with A/C and our ...
... filling in and no visa fees, woop woop! On the otherside we met a miserable, antisociable German couple and the four of us squeezed ourselves into a taxi and headed off to Kuala Besut. Finally we were at the dock then on the boat and then after a very bumpy wet journey we found ourselves trudging up and down a VERY busy Long Beach looking for free rooms. The island was packed, as bad as it had been when I went with Jo back in April 2009, and like 2009 we ended ...
... from his compartment! It was actually quite
enjoyable. Anyway, we made it to our destination, Tanah Merah, at
about 8am and emerged from the train to a barrage of calls of 'Taxi,
taxi you want a taxi???' We took up the offer from one of the
hopefuls and all squashed into his pretty run down old car – much
to the disgust of Lola, who was constantly saying in my ear – “Are
you sure it's not illegal to have this many people in the car??”