Welcome to Thailand
I assume I didn’t choose the most popular destination, when I was flying to Surat Thani. A tiny airport next to a small town in South Thailand. I was so confused of the constant change of the time zones (Kuala Lumpur is one hour ahead), that I forgot every information I looked up about my bus transfer and the schedule of the ferry and I let myself scammed and payed more for the bus than I supposed to. Anyway, it got me into the ferry port, so I just let it go. I waited almost two hours for the bus first, then another to for the ferry. And obviously the ferry was not on time, so instead of 2,5 hours we travelled almost 4. I was only worried because I supposed to have an arranged pickup in the port, but even though I wrote two text messages to my contact person, I received no replies. I suspected that my arrival to Thailand won’t be so smooth.
When I got of the ferry, I was carefully screening the signs, and the people waiting in the post, but there was no trace of anyone waiting for me. One yoga school, two luxury resorts and a motorbike taxi showing his back towards the port with a small overused paper in his hands. Though it was upside down, I managed to read it: Fiona. That is definitely not me. I was staying there for a while with a little hope to find my driver. I called my contact, who didn’t pick it up. I spotted a tourist center, that was about to close, but before the last person left I asked for the password to have internet, so I sent a note as well. Slowly I accepted the fact, that I have to arrange my transport to my accommodation. The port was almost empty, the many people who arrived for the full moon party already left towards the south, so only a couple of taxi drives stayed who still hoped for some money this night. I was halfway into a taxi for a fortune, when my phone started to ring and I was told, that a driver was waiting for me in the port, but couldn’t find me. We agreed on a meeting point and in a couple of minutes my driver arrived on a motorbike with a crumpled piece of paper with the name Fiona on it. I got confused. The driver seeing it just smiled and turned the paper. Guess what, he had my name on the other side. Does it matter? Finally in my room I only had the energy to crush on my bed with the tears of exhaustion on my cheeks and fall asleep.
Next day I had long walks in the neighbourhood, treated myself with good food, enjoyed the seaside and observing the remains of the last huge rain I tried to figure out how will I ride a motorbike on the island. After another good sleep I decided, that no matter how much I will use it, I do it. So, I have a motorbike for a month. I right away went to Thong Sala, the capital of the island, where the port is. I planned some shopping – there’s even a Tesco – but didn’t really find what I was looking for. Locals say, that the Saturday night market is the thing here, you can buy there everything. So I need to come back on Saturday, though I am not a fan of driving in the dark. But since I already survived my first thai wax adventure, I am up to experience other challenges.