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Travel Blogs from Ubon Ratchathani
Silk weaving and the Mekong River
This morning, we are scheduled for a tour of a remote silk-making village. Everyone here makes silk, and it is of the finest quality. They are famous for producing garments for major politicians, even the king and queen. You could pay thousands of baht for one scarf that took a whole month to weave. We wander around the village, watching the women …
Weg zurück nach Thailand
... das gleiche nochmal 3 mal ei- + aussteigen, zählen etc obwohl alle ohnehin bis Pakse wollten. Dort wollten dann viele in verschiedene Richtungen, aber dennoch viele zur Grenze nach Thailand. Doch es wurden alle gezählt, sortiert, gezählt, sortiert u in der Stadt verteilt. Ich bin mit 2 sehr jungen Deutschen in "the middle of nowhere" in einem Office gelandet, wo wir warten sollten, auf den VIP ...
Don Det to Ubon Ratchathani via Chong Mek
19 & 20 July We purchased tickets from the fantastic pancake restaurant on Don Det. We believe that you should spread your purchases around the area you are staying in. We term it spreading the wealth. We waddled all loaded up with our backpacks down to the sunrise pier. Now when I say pier, images conjure in your mind of a wharf. Well there is no wharf. It is a small mound of sand and mud that the boats beach their little bows on and you climb on. The boat we left ...
Back to the future...
... arrival back into civilization, the scene at the bus station in Ubon Ratchathani can hardly be described as civilized as we were immediately pounced upon by various touts trying to lure us onto overnight buses heading to Bangkok. I had promised Shelley a luxurious overnight sleeper train so we politely declined, especially when we saw that the seats did not fully recline (not great for a 12 hour journey) and there was a full on disco, including disco ball, ...
Day 6 April 7
... her self with
like a blanket because the bus windows were open and making her cold,
as I could see the goose pimples on the skin on her arms. We joked
and laughed on the ride to the city. When we got there, we stuck
together a little longer. She invited me to meet her foster mother. I
invited her to stay with me at my hotel. She did. She took a nap and
I wrote more on my story ...