We left the beautiful island of Koh Muk for the 9am longtail boat to the mainland. The resort gave us a lift down to the pier with Kathy and myself and all our luggage, another tourist with his luggage plus a small dog which jumped into the front basket which helped prevent the bike tipping over with all the weight. In the history of mankind I don't think a 100cc moped has ever been so over stressed as it was today and all credit to Mr Honda for his awesome engineering abilities to enable this to happen on this journey.
It was a sight to see with the dog up front, head catching the breeze, rotund Thai driver lady with arms like Hulk Hogan trying to direct the death trap, Malaysian man sat side saddle behind her on what was left of the saddle and Kathy and myself riding the sidecar like a couple of extras out of the latest Ben Hur movie desperately grabbing the luggage on every corner so it would not end up on some jungle embankment.
The boat trip was straight forward enough and we were transferred to the waiting minibus with no mishaps and off into Trang. There we jumped into a waiting tuk tuk who whisked us to our hotel and we were settled in by 11.30am. The room was on the 5th floor which commanded great views of Trang but for the 3 nights we were there all we saw was rain streaming down the windows. The weather was appalling. It bucketed down for 60 hours non-stop. There was no let up. We went out to dinner and got drenched so decided to hanker down in the bunker and ride it out by catching up on loads of stuff we had been neglecting like sorting out travel details for our next destination Myanmar. Noodles were bulk purchased along with a good supply of Chang to sustain us through the next 2 days. But we did not count on the Internet being so poor. The weather must have affected it as it dropped out every couple of hours and went missing which hindered our efforts. I wish I could tell you more about Trang and how great it was but all we saw was the local supermarket, a restaurant which was poor called 1954 (which is the date that they last cooked a decent meal) and the bus station. For what we did see it was a quiet medium sized town with green leafy boulevards and had a nice appeal to it but there was nothing exciting to see so after 3 nights we caught the bus to Hat Yai our next destination. In fact Trang was such a non-event we only took one picture which turned out to be quite ironic.
It was a sight to see with the dog up front, head catching the breeze, rotund Thai driver lady with arms like Hulk Hogan trying to direct the death trap, Malaysian man sat side saddle behind her on what was left of the saddle and Kathy and myself riding the sidecar like a couple of extras out of the latest Ben Hur movie desperately grabbing the luggage on every corner so it would not end up on some jungle embankment.
The boat trip was straight forward enough and we were transferred to the waiting minibus with no mishaps and off into Trang. There we jumped into a waiting tuk tuk who whisked us to our hotel and we were settled in by 11.30am. The room was on the 5th floor which commanded great views of Trang but for the 3 nights we were there all we saw was rain streaming down the windows. The weather was appalling. It bucketed down for 60 hours non-stop. There was no let up. We went out to dinner and got drenched so decided to hanker down in the bunker and ride it out by catching up on loads of stuff we had been neglecting like sorting out travel details for our next destination Myanmar. Noodles were bulk purchased along with a good supply of Chang to sustain us through the next 2 days. But we did not count on the Internet being so poor. The weather must have affected it as it dropped out every couple of hours and went missing which hindered our efforts. I wish I could tell you more about Trang and how great it was but all we saw was the local supermarket, a restaurant which was poor called 1954 (which is the date that they last cooked a decent meal) and the bus station. For what we did see it was a quiet medium sized town with green leafy boulevards and had a nice appeal to it but there was nothing exciting to see so after 3 nights we caught the bus to Hat Yai our next destination. In fact Trang was such a non-event we only took one picture which turned out to be quite ironic.
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