Our minibus back to Bangkok was much less sketchy than our ride on Tuesday. Jen and I trudged over the Rambutri, having salivated the entire bus ride over the prospect of another round of spring rolls and pad thai from our favorite lady, only to find that she was not there! (The nerve.) Instead, we had some uninspiring chicken and rice with soy sauce that I could have made with more flavor. Ah, well.
And then the taxi fiasco began. Every time we approached one to take us to the train station, the driver said it would be 200B. Now, these taxis are metered, so there was no way we were going to fall for that trick. We held our ground and finally found a guy who would go by the meter. He turned out to be pretty funny, and we were able to utilize our travel aliases for the first time. ("I'd like to introduce Sam, a crayola color specialist from Colorado, and her friend, Ryan, a wave technician from Ohio.")
We were at the train station quite early, and went a little nuts on the sugar- brownies from a bakery, waffles from a place like the one at the Bangkok market and Dunkin Donut holes!
When we finally got on the train, we squeezed into our little sleeper berth and tried to open what we thought was our private bathroom. (Wishful thinking on our part.) To our horror (and, honestly, amusement), a woman began knocking back, and speaking loudly in Thai. Apparently, it was a door between the two berths, NOT a bathroom! While the train waitress (?) was taking our dinner order, our neighboor poked her head in and laughed at us. At least she wasn't upset!
Although the accomdations were less than luxe, we survived the night, and arrived in Chiang Mai the next morning. We'll be here for one of the longest stretches, six nights.
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So, like, you rode the short bus again?? Why didn't your sleeper car have a bathroom? Was it a short train too? Awwww crap ok I'll stop with the short bus jokes. I believe they did get old right around Bangkok buses round 1, so what am I even thinking trying to reuse the SAME joke for Bangkok buses round 2. I know, no excuses. BUT at least this time it's not Wednesday night, and I haven't been enjoying my vino. It's a Monday at work, and I happen to be spending valuable lawyer time catching up on my blog commenting. Although, I save about 2 hours per day with you two not on chat. OK, I will now continue to work backwards so I can be that person who comments on every entry. Man, its like facebook wall writing on CRACK!
it still would've been a private bathroom if you pottied in her berth. just a suggestion.
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