Wrong side of the border

Trip Start Aug 20, 2009
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Friday, November 20, 2009

Well there was no way we would have got the early train this morning, well Pete wouldn't have anyway!! We set of for the trai at 12ish after buying some fruit shakes and a cap.

At the train stationw we are shown to the ticket office where we pay 48baht each for a train to Arranya Prathet; the Cambodian border. That's 86pence each!!

We grab some hangover supplies and then head to the platform. There are people walking all over the tracks, others sitting on their trains which have already arrived and then the remainder on the platfrom. I head to get us some substantial food inthe form of chicken on a stick and we await our train.

As the train pulls in there is an almighy scramble for the doors and we are no exception to such actions. I board the train and have a about 3 seconds to pick somewhere to sit before all the seats are taken. This train isn't like the ones at home for it has no windows, no tables and the buffet service consists of men and women walking up and down the train saying something I don't understand (but that makes me laugh uncontrollably all the same) whilst offering produce out of baskets. The items on offer range from cans of juice and bottles of water to fruit and vegetables; some of which I don't even recognise.

Sitting down on 2 benches which face each other the journey gets under way. I am a little disappointed that there is someone sitting next to the window as I want to be hanging out it taking pictures but before long I join Pete in the land of -swinging my head about- nod.

When I awake I have no idea where we are and the only source of time is that of my camera which I think is set to Perth, Australia time?? I attempt to take pictures but it isn't the easiest whe you don't want to invade the space of the person sitting next to you, especially not when it's 30 degrees out there and the only source of air is the open window. I look around the train and watch the school kids covering their faces in baby powder several times and then the guy gets off...we must be four hours into the journey now, the light is fading, and tiredness is kicking in. All that changes when I get to hang my head out the window though and snap away!! I love it!!

Eventually pulling into the station, we clamber off the train and are met by hoards of tuk tuk drivers offfering to take us to the border.We resist and opt for a night this side. Pulling up at the cheapest guesthouse we have stayed so far I pay and head up to the room. What should I see...but a squat toilet!! Rushing outside I call Pete up to see the room and the look on his face is truly priceless!!

After dumping our stuff and taking a little squat toilet lesson we head out for some food. What a task that was...no one understood English, nowhere was open and nowhere sold anything that resembled food we recognised. After wandering for almost an hour we found the only restaurant that was open and head up. They spoke very little English but we ordered and then sat down...after I got attacked by the smallest dog in the world that is.

They bring our food over and, starving, we munch it down. The it is off home. Or at least it would be if we knew where we were going. We walked up and down for an hour, the only landmark we recognised was flashing traffic lights and to be honest it was of no help.We don't even know what the place is called and no one speaks English so it's not like we could ask anyway!!

When we do eventually find the place we head upstairs where I fall asleep and Pete canes someones free internet and gets to grips with the potty.
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