This deserves it’s own post and header as it was one of the weirdest experiences of my life. The ferry itself was fine, but why does one dick always decide to watch Anime videos while everyone is trying to sleep? This is not a child, mind you, this is a grown ass man. I went on the deck a few times to watch the moonlit ocean wash beneath us and to take in the cool breeze. Unfortunately, my camera wasn’t able to capture a quality image of the moment.
Arriving on the dock in Surat Thani at 4:40am, we were told to go to the right because we were going to Krabi. We thought we’d be waiting an hour or so for a bus. Other people from the boat got led to the side, and others went in various pickup trucks/ taxis. After a few minutes, we were told to get on a pickup with a French couple. We were told we were going to the bus station.
If by “bus station” they meant a derelict building on a derelict street in a derelict part of town, then we had, indeed, arrived at the bus station. A homeless dog kept us company, which was very nice of him. A van pulls up, a man gets out, pulls three chairs out of a neighboring building, puts them on the street, sits in the middle chair, then eye rapes the French girl.
Maybe it’s because she decided to start singing a chant. For several minutes.
She finishes, mercifully, and a woman opens the store we’re in front of. There’s a counter inside, not much else. Just then, another pickup arrives with the woman that brought us here. In the back sits about a dozen of the others from the ferry. Very confusing. Why put us all in separate piles if we’re all going to the same place?
Jay and I are brought inside because “Krabi” and we’re asked if we want a taxi or a minibus (van) from Krabi. We opt to pay for the minibus, and our voucher is given to the original lady that brought us here. We follow her and our voucher is then given to the man who sat down (eye raper) and we climb into his van. Then we wait. Another, different French couple jumps in with us. I ask the driver if he’s taking us to Krabi. His reply, “no. Big bus.” Off we go
To what looks like someones house.
But there’s a store.
After a bit, an actual large bus arrives. But we don’t get on. Many Germans and English folk get out, and join us in waiting. So again, we wait.
No one tells you anything here.
The second French couple that we arrived here with were very nice. Apparently, this is par for the course of traveling in Thailand; to be left in the dark. Guess they’ve done this before. They’re heading to Ko Phi Phi (pronounced “pee pee” which still makes me giggle inside because I’m a child), but will have to get off in Krabi to catch another bus to the ferry, then the ferry to the island.
A large van pulls up and the lady in the store comes out and calls, “Ko Samui, Ko Samui.” Everyone with a “SM” sticker hops up and climbs in the van. I look around and see that everyone has a sticker except us. Jay goes into the store to find out what’s going on. The answers provide more questions, but we are now proud, official owners of stickers that say “Krabi.”
Another van arrives and the woman yells “Krabi!” We bound to the van, which already has people in it. Jay and I climb over them to get in the back. The French people do the same and another couple of people climb in the front with the driver. We are jam packed in this thing.
Now here’s the thing: there’s no leg room. I’m a giant in this country being 6’1″ and over 200lbs. They don’t make things in this country with me in mind, and rightfully so. It’s not my country. I’m the one that has to adapt. But there is a thing called common courtesy, but I’m quickly finding out from our experience in Ko Tao that in the western world, it just might be a Canadian thing. Actually, scratch that. From my experience in Ko Tao, English people are just dicks.
Jay had to climb in the back corner. Absolutely no room. A couple were seated in front of us, and the guy told the girl to straighten her seat. She moved her arm, then laid back down, sprawled. After a bit, he asked her again with the same result; her being right on Jay’s lap.
Jay is tiny and she had no room. If I was an amputee, I still wouldn’t have fit in that tiny space the girl allotted Jay.
Her hair is dyed blue and in dreadlocks, or braids, or whatever. I really don’t care other than thinking any white person rocking dreads looks really stupid. The only reason I even mention this is because she kept moving her stupid head, splashing her stupid braids over the seat and onto Jay.
Thank God the van is air conditioned. Even though we’re packed all on top of each other, it’s still quite cool, all things considered. however, Miss Selfish Stupid braids decides to open her window. The van instantly fills with humidity. The French couple are quite upset, as we are as well. I guess we’re lucky this van ride is only two hours. Jay and I do the Canadian thing and passively aggressively talk about them. I just naturally assumed they didn’t speak English.
We all get out in Krabi Town and much to our original chagrin, they’re English! So they not only heard everything we said, but also understood it. Then it made sense to me. They’re English. Actually, the guy seemed nice enough, so “she’s English!”
There’s a lot of confusion at this “bus station,” as no one has tickets for their onward travel. Remember I said our vouchers were just handed back and forth between the various drivers? Not the best idea as the clerk had no idea what was going on. We were very polite though, so she was very sweet to us. She didn’t hide her annoyance to the people who were flabbergasted with her, which includes Miss Selfish Stupid Braids.
Apparently, they’ve traveled from Bangkok to this point via one long van ride and she wants to know where their ride is to their hotel. I find his all very hard to believe. Bangkok is 13 hours away and you don’t get that tanned in a van.
We decide to not ask for our minibus that we paid for and just chalk it up to a learning experience. Pay for transportation once you get there. Lesson learned.