Elephants- brilliant!
Straight off, the scenery was (in my opinion) a bit nicer than Malaysia but also noticed 3 car wrecks so figured the driving standards aren't neccessarily going to be any better. I also noticed a lot of pick-up truck busses in use, something I saw a lot of in Guatemala. I rode to Ao Nang near Krabbi as it had been mentioned as a nice place to stay. I obviously hadn't been listening as it was basically a just base for visiting several nearby islands including that one they filmed 'The Beach' at, a film full of TWs if ever there was one. I decided that I didn't like the place immediately as the main street was lined with tour operators, taxi touts, thumping bars and overpriced restaurants. After getting a general hassling (motorbike sir, motorbike sir?? No thanks, I've already got one), being grabbed by the local ladies propping up the bar (or maybe they were 'laddies') that I thought was a restaurant plus a few 'Best of British' elements, I decided I would be heading off the following morning. As I'd ridden into Krabbi before it got dark, the sunset had some of the best colours I've ever seen though so I guess it probably wasn't all bad.
I was intent on covering some miles the following day and had intended on stopping at a what looked like a reasonably sized place called Raub. It actually turned out to be very reminiscent of the dodgy area we were taken to in Cartagena where we were warned to be on our guard just to look at the roughest, most unseaworthy supply boat I'd ever seen. Well this place looked similar but smelt slightly worse. As I still had a bit of daylight left, I followed a sign to the Burmese viewpoint, basically a little jetty from which you could see Burma on the other side of the river. In fact it looked quite similar to the side I was standing on. I briefely toyed with the idea of paying a guy with a boat to take the bike over like I did from Guatemala to Mexico and then realised that the repercusions would likely be fairly severe and quickly dropped the idea. As usual, it was now getting dark and I couldn't find a gas station so was running on fumes plus the 1/2 litre I had in my stove bottle. Just as panic began to set in and imagined running out of fuel in the hills at night, I finally arrived in Kra Buri after dark and expecting to resume the same tired routine of searching for somewhere not totally horrible to stay. I'd spied a sign on the way into town for Cabanas and these turned out to be really nice and clean and just what I needed at that moment. Sometimes it's like that.
Sorry lads, but size DOES matter!
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