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I’m still not the only farang in town (and far from the only German), but it felt like that at the Kasikorn Bank where they photocopied my passport and the bills. The whole operation took twenty minutes.
Next time I’ll use the ATM.
While I was still peering at my map, plotting the way from the bus station to the town’s only cheap backpackers’, one of the Germans called for the driver to stop at “Hotel Koh Teng”. They weren’t such flashpackers after all, although they carried unwieldy luggage.
The driver delivered us right to the door of what is a place after my own heart. It has some of the charm of the cowboy hotel we stayed at in Rockhampton, although none of its elegance. I booked two nights in a huge room with a ceiling fan, an ashtray and a stone floor on which to burn my mozzie coil and went to update my blog.
Look out for back-dated entries.
[P.S. Later last night I met American/Italian wildlife artist Francesca Owens. Go and have a look at her amazing art!]
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