Trang, Thailand (Post #92)
Friday, March 3rd, 2006Hi there…Michele here…typing this from a small village in Malaysia (I’ve given up on ever being caught up on the blogs.) This blog is about our last stop in Thailand. On February 19th, we traveled by mini-van from Phuket (island) to Trang, Thailand. The driver was driving like a mad man going, what seemed like 100 mph, and servering in and out of traffic. Mike and I have figured out that the best way to deal with these situations is simply not look out the window. However, a woman in the back of the mini-van was completely freaking out. She was crying and screaming and yelling things in German. Her friend was trying to calm her down but nothing seemed to help. She was completely hysterical and eventually her friend told the driver to stop the mini-van. We were in the middle of no where and the two women got off. The friend of the crying woman told the driver that he was driving out of control and the crying woman was afraid she was going to die. The driver’s excuse was that he was late and “big trouble for me” if he didn’t get people to certain places in time. Stopping to let the woman off made us even more late of course and away we went like Mr. Toad’s Wild ride in Disneyland. Five hours later we arrived at our destination, Trang, Thailand.
Trang is a small town with few tourists. When we got off the mini-van and looked around all the signs and shops were written in Thai and the Thai language doesn’t use roman characters. Hmm…what to do….we found a travel agency and asked about staying at one of the beaches about 30 minutes from Trang. The lady had some photos of places to stay and we paid for one night on one of the more secluded beaches. We arrived at Sin Chai Resort on Hat Yao (Yao Beach) to find what we now consider our worst accomodation ever. The problem was that: a) we had already paid for it and b) there were only two places to stay on Yao Beach. Our first room had lizard poop all over the bed and an ant hill built on top of one of the electrical boxes with many ants living there. There was no ceiling to the bathroom. Instead there was some type of black net thing with many creatures and dirt stuck in it. The wood that the hut was made out of was rotting away, the pillow cases and cover sheet on the bed were stained and there was a think layer of dust everywhere. We decided we didn’t have much choice other than to stick it out for the night. We went to some nearby beaches that were empty and quite lovely. Here is a picture of one of those beaches (This one is technically part of Hat Yao beach.):
Michele Harmon