"Crossing
Into Thailand 24/02/2005"
We
crossed into Thailand on the 24th February 2005 on Highway 4
from Malaysia at just north of Alor Setar. The crossing was
very straight forward and although not necessary we all decided
to get our Carnets stamped. We also bought insurance in Malaysia
(3rd party) at the border (NZ$13.00) for a month.
Because
of the unrest in southern Thailand we wanted to put as many kms
between us and the border as quick as we could. That was not to
be! Just south of Hat Yai, Ruefee ground to an abrupt halt. Lawie
figured it was electrics and as luck would have it a mechanical
workshop was opposite where we broke down. Fours hours later and
an amazing bill for NZ$53 we were on the road again. The solenoid
had to be replaced and we were fortunate that it happened on the
outskirts of town and that someone spoke a bit of English.
We camped
at a gas station at Patthaluna. The amazing array of vehicles
continue to impact on us. Even more amazing the number of unrestrained
children in cars and on motor bikes.
We noticed
small differences between the 2 countries. Firstly the road signs
were much more difficult to follow as very little English on them,
so our GPS has really come into its own. The houses have lovely
clay pots for water tanks. A couple of these would look great
in any entrance way back home. The dog population seems to have
multiplied 10 fold and there doesn’t seem to be as much
rubbish littered around. Palms have been replaced by rubber tree
plantations and coconuts are being harvested.
The drive to Phuket Island was interesting. Lots of limestone
mountains everywhere & very spectacular. We camped on the
Island at Kanala, just south of Patong Beach. This area was badly
hit by the tsunami. Waves as tall as palm trees (As you can see
in the photograph posted) had hit the area. You could see the
trees dying off where the water had covered them. Walking through
the rubble was a humbling experience.
We
were camped not far from where 18 local people had lost their
lives. In broken English local people shared details of their
horrific ordeal and were so thankful to have survived.
Moving on
around the Island Khao Lak the area looked like a war zone and
it was the worst hit area we had seen. Whole resorts totally wiped
out and nearly a whole town totally erased. Cars, electrical and
white goods appliances piled into big heaps along the roadside.
A huge relief operation was evident with a big army presence and
lots of displacement camps had been set up. Many people are still
living in tents. Although it was only 2 months since the Tsunami
had hit we were really impressed with how quickly things were
being rebuilt and starting to open up again.
"Phuket
Island to Bangkok"
Leaving
Phuket Island on the 25th February 2005 we wanted to cross back
again onto the east coast. Heading north we crossed over through
the Khao Sok National Park which was a lovely drive through small
villages and majestic lush covered peaks. Arriving at Surat Thani
we hugged the coast line, stopping to look at rubber tree plantations
along the way.
We took the
lead with Paul and Jill following, it was great with the CBs as
we chatted while we drove along pointing out any thing of interest
on the way. Just north of Surat Thani we found the most perfect
camping spot, at Samret Beach by Tha Chana. We parked right on
the beach under the coconut palms, making sure we had daylight
above our heads as we didn’t want any coconuts dropping
onto us from great heights! What a perfect place to be. We had
a couple of restaurants to choose from and shared the beach with
just one local family. There were little huts with table and chairs
scattered along the beach front which we sat at while we ate &
drank and watched the local fisherman getting shell fish and some
sort of worms. We chatted to the local family, and watched the
moon rising it was just the most perfect night. The beer was great
50 Bt which is well under NZ$2.00 for a large bottle and our fabulous
Thai style meal was around $2.00NZ.
Lawrie
was somewhat wobbly climbing up into the 4x4 penthouse suite that
night. Forgetting to put his shoes away, he awoke the next morning
to find one was missing and he found the other one 50 meters away
half chewed. Paul reckons the snores were vibrating the walls
of his camper!
 We
left Jill and Paul at Samret Beach and we continued up north,
headed for Hua Hin, some 300kms north on the coast. Friends Lynna
and Leslie Stewart were there and we wanted to catch up with them
before they headed back to Sweden. Our drive was interesting,
on the secondary roads we passed elephants, working in the fields,
being transported etc, lots of local markets and many coconut
plantations. As it was harvest time, we passed lots of trucks
carrying them to markets and road side stalls selling them. The
amount of produce etc they manage to load onto their trucks continues
to amaze us, surprisingly we see few breakdowns. We
had a lovely stop at Prachuap Khiri Khan. The beach was lovely,
water so clear and blue.
Hua
Hin is the King of Thailand’s summer residence, the people
are devoted to their King. Huge billboards fill the skyline and
his photos are everywhere. You know when the King is in residence
as 3 war ships sit off shore. We noticed a lot more Europeans
here too, due to the tsunami Europeans who would have normally
have gone to Phuket Island were now coming to Hua Hin. We had
a great few days with Lynna & Leslie, dining out at the local
restaurants, treated ourselves to a blissful foot massage, and
shopped till we dropped at the markets. They were wonderful hosts
and it was really nice to catch up with them but sadly it was
time to move on.
Bangkok beckoned
and we had to met up with the rest of our traveling companions
who had made it there and were arranging their Chinese/Kazastan
visas. Driving north we saw lots of salt fields which were being
harvested. The road side stalls are for ever changing depending
what’s been grown and produced locally. Dried fish swing
in the breeze, and brightly packaged salt are what’s on
offer today. The thing that amazes us is they don’t just
have a couple of stalls they have about 20 all selling the same
thing. Then you will pass some banana stalls and there is another
20 stalls just selling bananas. The beaming smile we get when
we pull up to our chosen one is lovely.
Joseph and
Janet made it to Bangkok first and they were finding a suitable
site for us all to camp. They were the only ones we had not as
yet met. We had an address but reading the road signs were all
in double dutch to us, again talk about lucky and in a city of
6 million, we drove past a service station and I spied a campervan.
The challenge was to exit the 12 lane highway and get back to
where I had seen the campervan. Half and hour later we pulled
in beside the campervan and sure enough it was them. It was good
to finally meet them both. Joseph & Janet had found another
garage that had ample room for us all and were planning to move
the next day, so it was perfect timing on our part
The
garage was an excellent base while we did all the paper work/visas
etc required for the China leg of our trip. Joseph and Janet had
also done a great job finding out the bus routes for us to go
into the city from our garage station baset. The PTT Garage had
blocked off and area for us and had even arranged for the local
police to patrol past us through the night, talk about feeling
very privileged. Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights were market
nights in the car park so we didn’t have to go far to shop.
Along side us was a company called Cockpit which mainly sells
Bridgestone tyres, batteries, mag wheels etc. The manager Pratheep
Muenharn and his staff gave us a fantastic welcome, gave us hats,
a chilly bin, cd holders and kept us supplied with fresh drinking
water. We had a good party night with them and their friends sharing
the music from all our different countries.
"The
Whole Team Together At Last - Bangkok 2/03/2005"
The whole team is together for the first time! Jill and Paul,
Janet and Joseph in” 2J’s Retreat “Lynda and
John in ‘Global Roamer ‘and us in ‘Ruefee 3.
We have already had some good outing. We headed into town and
did a trip on the Chao Phraya River, exploring the Bangkok waterways.
It was great to be on the water with a lovely breeze, away from
the roasting temperatures on the Bangkok streets.
The trip cost just over $NZ2.00 each for an all day pass and we
were able to jump on and off the boat as often as we liked. We
got off at the Grand Palace stop, wandered around the shops and
just enjoyed the atmosphere and the buzz of the area. Lawrie is
now able to give us the accurate time on his new Rolex!
  
We
have several good malls located nearby. The Paradise Mall is huge
and stretches for miles. It features beautiful waterfalls, birds
free flying, fish, a huge play area for children and is like a
mini Disneyland with rides, game machine, karaoke rooms etc. A
kids paradise – but hey now, the big kids enjoyed a ride
on an elevated boat ride which gave us a birds eye view of the
whole area.
We
did a 130km drive to Kranchanaburi to see the Bridge over the
River Kwai, (death Railway bridge) it was quite scary walking
over the bridge. No safety regulations here and with one wrong
step you would have been over the side. We caught a long boat
back, and did a ¾ hour trip down the river looking at various
sights along the way for NZ$2.50 each. Amazing boats and how they
fly through the water!. The area is very historic area over 16,000
POWs lost their lives building the railway between Burma and Thailand
for the Japanese during the Second World War. Passing us as we
motored down the river were lots of karaoke boats being towed
and everyone aboard was dancing and partying hard, what a great
way to spend a day. We also visited the Jeath War Museum, which
is run by the Monks. Definitely an odd assortment of memorabilia,
but interesting reading the letters and looking at the graphic
paintings done by the POWs.

Lawrie
and John did some great bartering that day and got some matching
shirts – sorry, you will have to wait for the photo’s!!!.
While we were stopped, a group of Thai ladies wanted to look in
John’s motor home, so John held out his hand and said 20B
please for entry and 100B for a photo. Much to our amusement they
paid! So in they go opening everything that opened and having
a right old sticky beak. We were finding it hard to keep a straight
face at this point. Then after some time out they all came out
and John gave them their money back. We had such a laugh. Another
good day was had by all.
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