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Songkhla quickly bored us with its monotony and we decided n..
🕑 Added 2022-09-29 21:41:22 +0000 UTC Songkhla quickly bored us with its monotony and we decided not to wait for the end of the Thai visa and rush to Malaysia. At first, the goal was just to cross the border, but then we started to break through the prices for hostels in Malaysia and the prices did not please us at all, and couchsurfing did not reciprocate us. What can not be said about the Malaysian island of Langkawi, where the hotel is 2 times cheaper than on the mainland, and it is located 60 km from Thailand. So it's decided, we're sailing to the island! We packed up the tent and hitchhiked. Thai drivers, as always, delighted us with their kindness. First, granny took us out of town to the highway, and as soon as we got out of the car and stomped to a new position, a Thai family again slows us down, again they give the phone to talk with their friends and take us to the next city. "It's a pity they dropped us off in the city" we thought, since it's harder to catch a car in the city than on the highway, and we went to the nearest bypass. And again, without extending a hand, a sweet girl slows us down and makes a detour for herself, taking us as close as possible to the city in which the port is located. By tradition, she let me talk on the phone, but now with her mother. When we stopped, she got out of the car and went to the buses to negotiate something, we realized that she wanted to put us in a minibus at her own expense, so that we could safely get to the port. Reacting quickly, we got out and said that we would hitchhike just fine. To which she pityingly handed out 500 baht, which, by the way, is $ 14. The girl was incredibly sweet and it was not at all convenient for us to take money, although the money at that moment would not have bothered us, because we had 1000 baht left (as we thought), and a ticket to Malaysia on a ship, according to unverified information, cost 700 baht for all of us. We politely declined and started to stop further. It was terribly hot, and I was very thirsty, suddenly an aunt comes out of some cafe and brings us two bottles of water. Yes... We haven't seen anything like this yet. This time we are picked up by a huge pickup truck, the interior of which is crammed with a Muslim family, and the open trunk was completely littered with bags, and even the scooter was standing in the middle. We thought that there was nowhere to put our backpacks, but the driver did not think so. He opened the trunk door, rammed our bags, Jasmine was thrown right on them, and Miguel sat on the scooter astride. Yes, at 100 km per hour on mountain roads, this trip could only be called "With the breeze". Landscapes changed with each kilometer, now we are driving along modest Muslim villages. We got out, only a little before reaching the port, and, unfortunately, for the first time no one has stopped us for almost 15 minutes. And our ship should sail in an hour (as we thought). A small pickup truck rolls up again, with two old men inside. Trying to explain what we needed to the port, they could not understand us, but they said that they would give us a lift somewhere, well, as soon as we got into the pickup truck. Nearby, another brakes sharply, in the back of which there were already Thais. They stopped grandpa and said that we would take them ourselves, and they told us that we would climb out and sit down to them, and they would take us straight to the port. We didn't really like it, because they looked very wary. At first, we were not going to get out of this pickup at all, but the guys did their best to explain that they just wanted to help us. Having trusted them, we jumped into their pickup, which we did not regret at all, because the guys, having heard that grandfather did not understand us, decided to take us straight to the port, although they generally went the other way. To my question: “Why are you taking us if you don’t go there?” The Thai, who was sitting with us in the trunk, replied that they were doing a good deed, and doing good deeds is good, that’s all I understood in his broken English . Yes, the Thais never cease to amaze us, even then we realized that I would miss this kindest nation on earth. Arriving at the port, we were greeted by a guard smiling sarcastically, waving his hand, which meant, as it turned out, that our ship left 5 minutes ago and it was the last one for today. A few hours later, all the employees of the huge port went home, leaving us to spend the night in it all alone. But this story deserves a separate post.
