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A week before we left for Malaysia, I got the two screws for the implants. It was a long process and the doctor couldn’t believe that I didn’t want any painkillers (I still had the ones from the last treatment anyway), the antibiotics and this mouthwash stuff either, and recently I also rinsed with salt water (and EM of course). How is a healthy healing supposed to start if the self-healing is totally overridden? I promised her to come immediately if it got worse, which of course it didn’t. Saturday before we left I was supposed to come back and she was very happy with the result and so was I. The stitches would be removed 14 days later due to our trip, but she gave her blessing and she also made me a temporary denture for the front gap, so I could finally smile at myself in the mirror again. But not for long. I simply avoided looking in the mirror for 3 days, I didn’t recognize myself anyway. (It already looked as if she hadn’t won the „collision“… …-G) On the 4th day Gerhard noticed that I was looking more like myself again, but after looking in the mirror I was very disappointed: I had remembered myself much more beautifully. (We also disposed of the mirror immediately …-G.) But all in all, it wasn’t as bad as the doctor said it would be and fortunately masks are worn everywhere here anyway.
08. August Nighttrain Towards the border
And now off with just the rucksacks, luckily we were allowed to store our suitcases here.
The train was due to leave for Malaysia at 20:15 and it was only delayed by a reasonable 30 minutes, although this extended to 2 hours by the time it arrived in Hat Yai, the last stop on the Thai side. The trip sucked, never again, I thought, and had nothing in common with the trip from 6 years ago. We had imagined enjoying a sightseeing tour through southern Thailand. Fiddlesticks, there were only night trips. The train was full to the last seat, all the windows were wide open and lots of ceiling fans were running in addition to the open doors, blowing the smoke of the cigarette smokers, who took turns diligently, through the entire compartment. The railcar had been borrowed from the open-air museum and I only hoped that it would last the 12 hours. The 3rd class compartment next to ours was brand new, in contrast to our 2nd class, which was just as old as the railcar, but had very comfortable seats and was also very clean, which you only noticed at second glance.
The train then set off at such a speed and with such a noise that it almost blew your 
brains out and burst your eardrums. The iron wheels banged on the iron rails and you had the impression that the immense speed, which you wouldn’t have thought the train was capable of, caused it to lose contact with the rails from time to time and then bang back onto them. (Obviously, the now common material for damping the „iron shocks“ and noise has been saved here. So it’s also a journey back in time to the old railroad era …-G) My first thought was that this couldn’t possibly work and it was only when I looked at the calm faces of my fellow passengers, who were probably used to this, that I realized: it can!
The night sucked, we couldn’t even think about sleeping (the others slept soundly).
After sunrise, we were somewhat compensated by the breathtaking scenery and the endless hours faded into the background. And so did the toilet, which had probably been forgotten to exist for a hundred years, and just as I had placed my feet on the steps on either side of the hole, the train did one of its air jumps and I just managed to cling to the window. The delay of the trains is due to the fact that they usually run on a single track and then wait for the oncoming train on alternative sections, so our train took 14 hours.
We got off the train at our first stopover, Hat Yai, a little exhausted and
had some problems finding the only toilet in this huge station. I don’t know what the Thais do, they just don’t have to. Here we learned straight away that there is no toilet paper in public toilets, which are not free, and that you have to buy it from the stall in front.
Fortunately, we were able to walk to the hotel. Unfortunately, we only had half a day to explore this interesting city, as my visa expires tomorrow and we have to get to Malaysia quickly.
The hotel and the large room are very comfortable and we feel at home, but unfortunately we have to get up early tomorrow morning so as not to miss the bus, train and train connections. We have postponed the ferry to the island until tomorrow morning to save ourselves some stress if the connections don’t work out.
The swelling on my face is almost gone and there is now a dark shadow under my nose that looks like a moustache. While waiting for the bus, I passed a small stall selling small electrical appliances. I don’t normally have any trouble with the mask, but my swollen nose and the heat made the mask fall off. The man promptly looked at me: we also have small electric shavers. But now I quickly put the mask back on.
Out of bed at 6:00 !!! Then we took the Thai train for 1 hour to the border, crossed the border, took the Malaysia train to Arau, then the bus to Kangar, changed buses after 15 minutes, changed again and arrived at the hotel in Kuala Perlis at about 16:00.
10. August to Langkawi
We had booked the ferry at 13:00, got ourselves a few little things for breakfast, set off for the ferry, wanted to find a nice place to have breakfast and were already there at 11:30 and couldn’t believe our eyes: everything was packed, nowhere to sit, people upon people. At the foot of a pillar in the crowd, we managed to scarf down our breakfast. We assumed that the previous ferry had been delayed, but that wasn’t the case.
Inexplicable to us, as the tickets had to be booked in advance. I took a deep breath when I realized that everyone wanted to get on the ferry. Then I remembered that it said somewhere that you should definitely inspect the ship very carefully, as Malaysian boats are not to be trusted. But it’s too late for that now anyway and the others are probably no different. I tried to block the entrance to all the ferry accidents that suddenly popped into my head, but luckily I was a bit overtired from the previous days, so I just wanted to take off my heavy hiking boots first before I ended up in the water, although I had to tell myself that with over 500 people on the ship, I wouldn’t make it to the exit anyway.
And so I stopped worrying about it.
We survived the 1 ½ hours, but were also lucky to be sitting in the front row. Once we arrived on the island of Langkawi, we took a cab 20 km to the hotel. It was a small
A resort with individual huts, a little out of the way and with a very nice young manager. Thai food is very popular here in Malaysia and as most of the food in Thailand is no longer authentic, we got the Thai food we wanted here. We had an excellent stew cooked to our liking with lots of vegetables in a small, hidden family business.
After a stroll through the town and a long walk along the beach, we sipped a cocktail on the beach. In the evening we went into the country to a large night market on the edge of a field, which the manager recommended to us, and enjoyed the food from the various stalls.
In Malaysia there is something similar to Uber (Grab) and that is of course very relaxing after you are constantly warned about cab drivers, but there are no public options. We actually wanted to take a gondola up the highest mountain. Unfortunately, it was closed yesterday because it was very windy. We then decided to go jungle trekking.
But that’s not how we imagined it either. 600 steps up and then down again. Up it goes on the lungs, down on the knees. On the way there, the monkeys were already sitting on the road and the drivers had to be very careful with all the bends. And the heat was particularly intense today, you can’t drink as much water as you sweat. It didn’t say anywhere that you could swim at the waterfalls, but I didn’t care. Getting into the water was not easy, the stones were very slippery and I admit that we would never have got out without the help of a young couple, but we would hardly have survived without cooling off.
But now we were ready, we wanted to go through the jungle to the other mountain after all. And what a pleasure it was, finally back in the jungle, no smooth paths, but following in the footsteps of the indigenous people, we were clearly enjoying it, we had been missing that. But at some point I did notice the unfamiliarity and the loss of attention, so I knew it was enough. Someone on the way had already told us that he had broken off halfway through, Gerhard regretted it and could only be persuaded by the late hour, you can’t prove whether he might not have……..
When we arrived back downstairs, we sank into the converted chairs made from metal barrels at a small cafe and had our best coffee, which took a long time to prepare but was delicious and came with a cute frozen bear. Instead of cake, we had homemade ice cream from next door, both a first in Malaysia.
13. August to Pedang Island
Today we continue on to Pedang Island. 
With Grab 30 min. to the ferry, which left on time at 10:00, this time for Kedah. Although the journey was much longer, it only took 90 minutes. It didn’t have to go around as many islands as it did to Lankawi. Lankawi is part of an archipelago of 99 islands. Then we continued by bus, train and ferry to Georgetown, a Unesco World Heritage Site, on Pedang. There we were able to take the Catbus (a free bus like in Perth) to the hotel. In the middle of the Chinese quarter, the initial shock at the filth subsided when we entered our accommodation, an old Chinese mansion from the 18th century, rich in wood carvings. The first Chinese came here as early as the 15th century ( well, Xi Jinping won’t lay claim to it one day, will he? ) Much later came the English, who immediately, more cunningly, hoisted their flag. Thais, Japanese, Indians, Indonesians followed and each has preserved its own culture. Mosques, temples, prayer halls, churches and whatever else stand peacefully side by side.
We had to take our shoes off as soon as we entered and there were slippers ready for those who wanted them; we didn’t want to. At first it was unpleasant to walk up the „dirty“ stairs barefoot, until we realized that they weren’t, they were just old and there was some old paint and a piece of old wood. There is a lot of flirting with the age of the house and you think the walls could be less gray-black. The room was small, but very clean and renovated and the manager and others were very helpful and nice. We had booked 3 days there and one additional day in the newly renovated house next door. We were even allowed to move in a day earlier at no extra cost. It was very tastefully renovated without losing the old charm, large rooms with an original bathroom which was already visible on the old door. A wardrobe and shelves were missing here too, as almost everywhere, but you make do.
It remains a mystery to me what these mountains of pillows in most hotels are for. You can’t get your head on top of them when lying down – or do so many people sleep sitting up ???? …-G.)
It does take a few days to get to know your way around. Information is hard to come by and if you do, it’s all from „before Covid“ and a lot has changed everywhere in the meantime. There are no city maps anywhere, sometimes you find out something and then have difficulty finding it. Once you’ve finally found a tourist office on the internet, you can’t find the street, but that doesn’t matter anyway because it’s no longer open, the opening hours are incorrect or it no longer exists.
There is no really nice breakfast here, the same hot food is eaten morning, noon and evening, not even fruit. Just like in Thailand where there is a fridge in every hotel room, not here, so you are very limited. In the Carnarvon there was at least a communal fridge.
But after we found out that there was still a lot to discover and Gerhard’s birthday was coming up, we changed our plans and booked another hotel as this one was fully booked. This time we ended up in the Jap. district not far from the Indian quarter. And suddenly there were lots of breakfast cafes here. The stores arrange themselves, some open in the morning and then close at around 2pm, then the next ones open until the evening, then it’s the turn of the night markets. So everyone has a livelihood and everyone lives together peacefully.
The city has a strong Chinese influence, but there is also a distinct Indian quarter. It is also interesting to note that many of the houses on the quay are built on stilts facing the sea, where mainly Chinese people live, with many small stores. …-G)
And there is another „attraction“ in Pendang – the cable car. So we went back to the bus station and took a bus that ends directly at the lower station. Despite it being the middle of the week, there was quite a rush. The highlight on the mountain was of course another temple – oh dear, what could have been built for it? But we in Europe are no different with our ostentatious church buildings. So we visited the temple – the great details are really impressive – and enjoyed the view. After patiently queuing, back on our bus and back into the city. …-G)
Especially when a sex-loving Hindu temple with its buxom, plump, naked goddesses stands almost next to one of the very unadorned mosques: no problem, to each his own. I also learned a lot about Islam and had many questions answered, but even more came up afterwards.
And I wondered once again why headscarves are so frowned upon here, as the nuns have their traditional costume from the Orient, nobody has noticed? Many people here walk around like that. Our whole religion comes from this corner and in some religions here Jesus has long been represented in the ranks of the prophets.
We discovered a wonderful breakfast restaurant and went there twice. Eggs are served in huge quantities here, even more so than in Thailand. They would love to make you a fried egg on top of every meal. But the terrible thing is that they are almost raw. At first we thought they had too much to do. But when the fried egg is just slapped onto the hot toast, so that it doesn’t run down, but the white is still all gloopy…., I could still say to myself: it’s healthiest in that state and smear it over the toast, but for Gerhard, who only eats scrambled eggs anyway, so that you don’t see the yellow (no questions asked / Bääähhhh), that didn’t work at all. He had ordered that too, but it took us a while to understand that almost no one here speaks English but they always nodded. Several of them tried to understand what we wanted and Gerhard then got new toast, with 2 eggs in a glass, raw but scrambled!
A word about the coffee: I want to get to know the locals as much as possible, and that includes the coffee. But this is my third attempt, or is it my fourth? It’s a black, thick broth, like the mocha we used to have, totally bitter and we always want some milk and get sweet condensed milk in it, you can’t tell by the color, but by the sweetness and when we say no sugar every time, they say o.k. without sugar, the sugary condensed milk just doesn’t compute and others don’t have it, although there are often big flags outside with coffee latte (but still sugary sweet…. …-G).
And now we have just learned something about Malaysian coffee, I translate from a coffee roastery: coffee beans are roasted with sugar, margarine, salt and sesame seeds, then ground, …… and the coffee tastes exactly the same and sometimes there is also chicory in it.
Pure Nescafe after all, not with a clear conscience either, but may we be forgiven. But even that’s very difficult here, there’s usually so much stuff in it, mostly sugar, up to 40%.
And then a map fell into our hands: an excursion to the other side of the island. Very crudely drawn, but at least it was something. The city bus drove almost to the jungle. Should have. Without the detour we had to get off, no, it doesn’t go there. Get off, back and forth, no, there’s no bus there. So we set off again in the sweltering midday heat, with hardly any shade: it’s not that far. On the way, we kept passing regular bus stations, no, there’s no bus here, we gathered from the Malay language, whether there was one running or what was going on; communication didn’t go that far after all. Then a bend, road closed, extensive bypass around a mountain, but G+P don’t give up. Then we reached the entrance to the national park (it wasn’t indicated anywhere). One jungle path went directly along the sea and the other across the jungle to the other side of the sea and the third path was closed. We decided to take the path by the sea, which you could only walk for 5 km as it was then closed, my God, what’s going on today. And now we finally found out what was going on, as our pretty headscarf-wearing employees from the national park spoke fluent English. The main road led over a new bridge, which had serious safety problems and had to be closed. A large piece of land had broken off along the waterway, so it was also closed there, and a large boulder had fallen down in the jungle. But the path along the water was long enough for us today and the path to the monkey beach didn’t have to be, as we’ve already been there and encountered monkeys. Particularly interesting was a family of 8 monkeys with 2 young, which are bright yellow for this breed and stuck to their mothers‘ bellies. Apart from a few other monkeys, we also came across 3 very large lizzards, not forgetting the water snake that swam past and 2 small, slender seals that played with each other and which are probably very rare here and are not depicted in any of the books and we were so fascinated that we literally forgot to take photos.
19. August Botanic Garden
Today, on Gerhard’s birthday, we had breakfast in a park that is located in a fort. We had to pay the entrance fee, but we were impressed by the open-air restaurant with its excellent breakfast menu when we were there for the tour. And what did we discover on the menu: eggs (hard) !!!!! Among other things, Gerhard got his scrambled eggs and I finally got a proper fresh salad plate with prawns and boiled egg. And the coffee! Real coffee, with real milk and no sugar, the day couldn’t have started better.
Our breakfast spot is in the historic Fort Cornwallis, which was founded by Francis Light, who landed in Penang in 1786 and served to protect the settlement against attacks by pirates. …-G)
Every now and then we meet people who have been to Germany at some point, including an employee here, and he gave us the idea of definitely visiting the botanical gardens. Luckily we decided to skip our other excursion, ordered Grab, there’s no other way to get there and had one of our most amazing experiences.
You couldn’t imagine anything like it. The botanical garden had been integrated into the jungle over a hundred years ago. It was a pleasure to walk around there in amazement, accompanied by lots of monkeys of course. You could still walk along many paths through the existing jungle and there were also toilets there, freshly cleaned and with thrones, as they should be today, and now of all times the jungle became a rainforest: it started to pour like I had never experienced before. I thought the toilet was going to collapse, even with a tin roof, it rattled, the lights swung back and forth and went on and off. The road became a torrent. It was pretty intense. I thought we’d never get out of there. So I was in the toilet door and Gerhard was about 10 meters away under a full shelter with our picnic, coffee and cake. Every now and then we waved to each other when visibility allowed. Petra occasionally used the time for gymnastic exercises
After a long hour, it let up enough for me to dare to run over in my rubber sandals. The shelter wasn’t very airtight and as it was also full, the possibility of finding a dry place was very limited. But our coffee and cake tasted good here and standing up, as the only seat was also soaking wet.
And as you can see, we were under observation the whole time. …-G)
We had booked a table in a proper restaurant for the evening, which turned out to be Italian. But we enjoyed not only eating meat or fish, but also vegetables and a good glass of wine.
20. August back to Thailand
Today we had to get up at 6:00 a.m. and get to the bus at 7:00 a.m. to take the mini van to Hat Yai, which left on time at 8:00 a.m. with 13 people. The driver was incredibly helpful and understanding until the first papers were filled out. He didn’t even drive off without a vaccine card. As unbelievable demands were made by the Thai authorities and it turned out that many simplifications only apply to airports, we were at first at a loss, as we thought we had all the information and papers and it was only thanks to the help of a fellow traveler that it worked at all, with the train they wouldn’t have let us in at all, they wanted all the documents on a certain app, which we didn’t have, printed out didn’t count.
We arrived in Hat Yai at 13:00 and took Grab (now we know that it also exists in Thai) to our accommodation. Our hotel is not directly in the city center, but very nice, with a balcony, large room, nice and bright. And very clean. As it is also cheaper than in the city center, we can easily travel with Grab.
Our first trip was to the floating market, which is really only there for the locals, where we realized for the first time that we were the only gringos. When EVERYONE else is dark, you don’t even think about it. The children waved to us, turned around to look at us, the people were all very friendly and smiled at us, and when we bought some fruit we were given a large fruit as a gift. We kept wondering until we realized that we were the only strangers. There were almost only Marias or Annas walking around the market, just as pretty, friendly and decoratively wrapped a matching scarf around their heads, but now some of them were also wearing pants. Maria in pants? It took a bit of getting used to. I was one of the very few who didn’t wear a headscarf, but no one was bothered by it. Nothing here in and around the hotel is geared towards tourists either and we sometimes have fun trying to work out what is meant, as everything is written in Thai and virtually no one here in the deep south of Thailand speaks English, but we know that from Malaysia by now. But somehow everyone has fun trying to figure out what the other person means and somehow it works.
Went to a cable car today
that goes from one mountain to another. No more than 6 people were allowed in the gondola, which was of course great and you could enjoy the view all around. We then descended from one temple to the next and before we knew it we were on our way down. We were thrilled by a few more students who, after a lot of waving back and forth, couldn’t believe that we were walking down.
They then waved to us enthusiastically as the horde on the mopeds passed us. Unfortunately, we had to walk along the road as otherwise everything would have been steep.
After circling a lake at the bottom, we were a bit exhausted, but thanks to „Grab“ the „way home“ was no problem.
Somewhat unusual was a stable „almost“ bridge made of concrete, which was built over a road and came out of the forest and lay on large rocks on the other side and had no connection here either. But that also happens in Germany, that a bridge stands completely useless in the middle of nowhere and has no connection to anything. …-G)
In the evening we ended up in a restaurant where we first had the feeling that they didn’t want us. The boss intercepted us at the entrance and all we understood (I don’t know how) was that this wasn’t a normal restaurant. At first I thought it was a club. But then it turned out that the food was cooked in a hot pot. When we showed our enthusiasm, the dam was broken, we asked for advice, a very nice helper stood by us and gave us tips from time to time. It was also looked over very kindly when I simply used my hands instead of chopsticks. At the end, the whole staff stood in line to see us off. We were probably the first gringos here.
Originally we wanted to make a detour to Phuket, but the detour was too long. So we decided to stay longer in Hat Yai and didn’t regret it. Today we also had to take care of other things, such as other hotels, buses and trains.
24. August to Songkhla
Tomorrow we are going to Songkhla on the Gulf of Thailand, just for 2 nights. Originally we wanted to make a day trip there, but decided to continue straight from there and then not via the highway to Surat Thani but by overland bus along the sea. I’m curious, because you can’t book the overland bus. The journey takes 5 hours (if we are lucky) to Surat Thani, from where we wanted to take the train to Hua Hin, as I had an appointment on Monday to have my stitches removed, which was already overdue. But the old town of Songkhla made us very curious.
The bus to Songhkla takes 30 minutes —it said, but not that it takes 60 minutes to get to all the bus stops, it also came close to our hotel at—- we could have saved ourselves a trip to the bus terminal, if…… it had said to the terminal in Songhkla, Gerhard checked the sat nav as usual to see if the bus was going the right way, suddenly shouted „it’s past the terminal“. He also just stopped and made it clear to us, somewhat ashamedly, that we had to get off immediately, everyone joined in, and explained the way to the hotel, which was long and tiring in the blazing midday heat. But suddenly we were standing in a lonely street in front of a quirky little restaurant run by a mother and son, the menu only in Thai, which we always find quite nice, not for tourists. The four of us communicated with our hands and fingers and had a wonderful breakfast, as our stomachs were still empty.
We accepted the hotel because it was in the best location for our activities. After I simply showed my finger covered in dust at reception, things were set in motion and after an hour of intensive cleaning in the next room, we got this room.
We then found out that the route from here to Surat Thani is no longer used or is not used at the moment. But neither was the indicated bus via the highway. Gerhard then found the bus terminal, where they sold him a ticket on a coach going to Bangkok. He then became suspicious about the price and went back, where it was explained to him that the computer did not include Surat Thani as a stopover and so the price had to be paid to Bangkok, regardless of where we got off beforehand (it would be three times as far to Bangkok). After the stress of the last few days, we treated ourselves to a 2nd class sleeping car, not because we wanted sleeping facilities, but because these are small compartments for just 2 people with a table in the middle where you can spread out your picnic (always with you, you never know).
The old town of Songhkla is a very busy town, as it lies at the narrowest point between the sea and a large lake and is a passageway to the north. In the evening, when the traffic slows down, it reveals its special features and its lovely charm comes to the fore. The hustle and bustle has disappeared, you can walk along the streets (there is no room for sidewalks) without fearing for your life, and you can see all kinds of interesting buildings. The city was, how could it be otherwise, founded by the Chinese.
In the evening, angelic spherical music lured us into a small alley leading to the water. 3 young musicians gave a street concert there.
The other day we took a mountain lift, as usual: we always get up late, no matter what time we get up. At first we couldn’t make it clear to the tuk tuk driver where we wanted to go. He only knew tourists who wanted to take a picture with a mermaid. We then gave up and thought we could stop him from turning off. We couldn’t. So we had to walk a long way up the mountain and couldn’t find the entrance. A few workers then showed us the way and in the absence of language or because we looked so fit (?) they showed us the way to walk up. So back around half the mountain, close to heatstroke. The lift went up at an angle through a tunnel. We walked back through beautiful, shady, cool forest.
And then we went to the beautiful white beach and the mermaid could also be seen from afar – surrounded by a group of Chinese tourists who couldn’t get enough of taking photos (or selfies). …-G)
26. August to Surat Thani
So back to Hat Yai !!!!! Only how and where. The only thing we knew from the outward journey was that it didn’t go via the bus terminal, but where else. We couldn’t find out when the bus goes back to Hat Yai, only that it goes every 50 minutes and even where it passes by, because there is absolutely nothing on the bus stations and most people don’t even know that there is a bus at all. So I got up very early (6 a.m., just after midnight) and tippled to one of the dubious bus stops. And then – as ordered – the minibus to Hat Yai arrived. That went better and faster than we had dared to hope.
We were also given a proper „farewell“ ;-)) …-G)
When we arrived at the station, it was just before 10:30 and we had tickets for 15:50, the only train we could find on the internet. Now we saw on the display board that one was leaving at 11. Yes, we could take that one too, we were told. Then another person joined us who was probably of a different opinion, we didn’t understand anything anymore, then they got another person who could speak a bit of English and the three of them discussed the situation, interrupting every now and then to let us know the status. If one had an idea, the other was against it and came up with something else. In the meantime, it was getting closer and closer to 11. It then became clear that we weren’t sure whether the train would be on time at 15:50 or whether it would arrive at least 2 hours later or even later or even run at all, as it had been canceled at short notice 2 days ago. On the other hand, it would be a better train with cooling and this one only has fans – we don’t mind. Then one of us remembered that there was a better train at 14:00, whereupon the other probably said that that wasn’t certain either, then we agreed that it would be best to postpone it until tomorrow, because the train would definitely be leaving…… now we didn’t care about anything else: the train was already there, on time and ready to leave, come what may,
We’ll take it now! We quickly crossed the tracks with an escort, looked for the conductor to whom we were handed over and the ticket was sorted out. It was a „simple“ passenger train. But also with 2 classes, the wooden class without cushions and the 2nd with, well, at least we still had that. We reached Surat Thani at around 6 p.m. and were able to get to the hotel earlier and have a Thai dinner by the nearby river. The next morning we found a small street food stall for breakfast. Afterwards we had a little tour of the town, as we only had one day here in Surat Thani.
Unfortunately, the train station was around 10 km from our hotel and we wanted to take a local bus. But nobody could tell us when and where. But one of the people we asked set everything in motion and even came after us and, after a few phone calls, was at least able to assure us where he was leaving from. So we got up again shortly after midnight (6 a.m.) and went to the bus stop. In the meantime we had learned that it always leaves on the hour. It worked out surprisingly well and we were back at the station sooner than expected.
Our trip from Hat Yai to Surat Thani…..
After some searching, we also found a breakfast restaurant. And now our train (the three railcars) to Hua Hin left on time. Here are a few more impressions of the train ride from Hat Yai to Surat Thani and then on to Hua Hin. The care of the passengers immediately reminds me that it could certainly be a good example for the DB. If not like this, then at least a little different. The vendors were at every major station and often traveled part of the way – food and drink to suit every taste! …-G)
…. and 2 days later from Surat Thani to Hua Hin
But the best thing was that we were back in Hua Hin after 6 hours without any delays.
Bell ringer of Thailand (not only)
If you see a bell anywhere, Petra is unstoppable and sometimes announces loudly that this is her now… No bell was safe from her …-G)
Here we have discovered another curiosity. Doing the laundry, 
but how if the plug is fixed in the sink? ( …pssst – we demolished…)
The pictures are taken with the mobile phone, for me it takes some getting used to, also the device thinks too long – is it a call or should I take a picture???? – and then it’s too late anyway!