When we decided to go to Krabi we thought we'd take the train there. But it wasn't as easy as we thought. The trip started with 9h on the train and then we ended up taking first one bus, then another bus, then a taxi and then a longtail boat. All this to get to the beach...
But it was very strange being on a train again. We haven't been on one since China and we've missed this way of traveling. The buses stop all the time and since we've mostly traveled on sand roads the air's been filled with dust. Not to mention that the locals are doing a very bad job with handling their motion sickness, resulting in unnecessery discomfort for both them and us.
On this train the windows were open, warm air blowing in, and we saw palm trees outside. Everyone wasn't constantly staring at us and the train was pretty empty so we all got benches of our own. We didn't experience anything like this in China. Especially not when we traveled in third class.
If it wouldn't have been for a group of (very) noisy farangs, the train ride could have been classed as pleasent. But as it were we didn't get much sleep.
We arrived on Rai Leh beach tired, hungry and longing for a shower. Only to realize that all the (cheap) accommodations were full. Feeling very low we sat down to eat lunch at a reggae bar that just happened to be nearby. We started talking with the chatty bartenders. And when they heard we had nowhere to sleep they quickly set up the tent on their lawn. And it wasn't just any tent. It was so big that you could stand upright inside it. There was also a porch outside it, protected with a mosquito net. And three people could easily fit in, even with huge rinkkas. Feeling very grateful, we accepted their solution to our problem. They informed us that a band would come and preform live on their stage that night, and wondered if we felt like partying. Well I'm pretty tired so I might give it a miss, I thought. We haven't had a god night's sleep since Christmas. But then the guy pointed out the stage to us, a couple of meters away from our tent. Great. When the band started up in the evening there was nothing else to do than drag out our ear plugs and hope we were tired enough to sleep with all the noise. We were. Khao San had taught us well.
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Ps. And since we didn't sleep in a usual place we had some problems explaining to others were we lived. After a long discussion with the guy who rented kayaks he wrote as follows; Hotel: YaYa Bar
Room nr: Tent
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