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(Norasida and I become instant Facebook friends.)
(Bak believes the best singer in the world is Lionel Richie.)
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(Bathing man, bottom left corner.)
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(If only we weren’t traveling by bike…)
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The next day, our route is temporarily thrown off by a mudslide that occurred overnight due to all the rain.
(Farmers let us cut through their greenhouse.)
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Our stop arrives at 8:30 a.m. after a fitful night’s sleep on the loud train, and we make our way by bike from Khuan Don to the Thai border. Our last breakfast in the country is roti canai a roadside stand. It’s delicious and comes with a friendly conversation with the owner of the stand, who lives in Australia and is visiting for the month.
("I teach..." he hesitates, "Islam. Usually people are scared when I say that.")
5 Comments
Awesome,my kind of place. Travel Well Uncle Al
Thanks, Uncle Al! Haven’t heard from you in a while. Hope you’re doing great! You would have loved Thailand, too I bet. Stay tuned! 🙂
G’day mate
Hello from the land up above
Seems like a lot of train riding for a bike trek. 😉