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The Thai drivers as always delighted us with their kindness...
🕑 Added 2024-03-13 06:01:01 +0000 UTC The Thai drivers as always delighted us with their kindness. First, some grandmother took us out of town to the highway and as soon as we got out of the car and were walking to a new position, a Thai family stopped us again. Interesting feature. While all the Thai drivers are driving you, they like to call some friend (who supposedly speaks English) and give you the phone to talk to him, justifying it with the fact that they themselves speak English poorly, but often on the other end of the phone it turns out to be the same Thai guy screaming just "Hello! Hello!" but at the same time they remain very pleased that they talked with us and this moment is very sweet. But at the first time we were extremely surprised when the driver, talking on the phone himself, handed us the phone and said: “This is for you” =) So after talking we were taken to the next town. “It’s a pity that they dropped us off in the city” we thought, since it’s harder to catch a car inside the city than on the highway and we went to the nearest bypass highway. And again, we even didn't pick up the hand, like some nice girl stops us and makes a detour for herself and takes us as close as possible to the city in which the port is located. Traditionally, she let us talk on the phone, but now with her mother. When we stopped, she got out of the car and went to the minibus driver 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 could get there just fine by hitchhiking. To which she pityingly offered us 15 dollars. The girl was incredibly sweet and it was not at all convenient for us to take money, although the money would not have hurt us, because we had (as we thought, another 30 bucks (It was all our budget)), and a ticket to Malaysia on the ship, according to unverified information, cost 24 bucks for two. So we politely declined her and started moving on. It was terribly hot outside and we were very thirsty. Suddenly a woman came out of some cafe and brought us two bottles of water. Yes... we have never seen anything like this before. Having quenched our thirst, the next car picked us up. This time we were picked up by a huge pickup truck with a Muslim family, and the open trunk was filled to the brim with bags, and even a motorbike was standing right on top in the middle of the pickup between all the bags. We thought that there was nowhere to put our backpacks there, but the driver didn’t think so. He opened the trunk, packed our bags, Jasmine was thrown right on top of them and Miguel sat astride the motorbike. Yes at 100 km per hour on mountain roads this trip could only be called “ride with the breeze”. The landscapes changed with every kilometer. We are no longer in bright Thailand, now we are driving along modest Muslim villages. It was very interesting to see how different Thailand can be. We stopped just short of reaching the port. And as luck would have it, for the first time no one has stopped for us for almost 15 minutes. And our ship to Malaysian island should sail in an hour (that's what we thought). A small pickup truck with two old men inside drives up to us again. Trying to explain what we needed to get to the port, they could not understand us but they said that they would give us a ride somewhere. Well, as soon as we climbed into the pickup truck, another one suddenly brakes nearby, in the back of which there were already other Thais. They stopped grandfather and said that we would take them ourselves and they told us that we would climb out and sit down with them and they would take us straight to the port. We didn’t like all this crap, as we had heard a lot about the unsafe situation in Southern Thailand. At first, we had no intention of getting out of this pickup truck, but the guys tried their best to explain that they just wanted to help us. Having trusted them we jumped into their pickup truck, which we didn’t regret one bit. Since the guys having heard that grandfather didn’t understand us, decided to take us straight to the port, although they were driving in the other direction, and to my question: “Why are you taking us if you don’t need to go there?” The Thai who was sitting in the trunk with us replied that by giving us a ride they were doing a good thing and doing good things was good. That’s all we understood in his English and that's just great. Yes the Thais never cease to amaze us. Even that day we realized that we would miss this kindest country on earth. Arriving at the port at sunset we were greeted by a guard smiling funny and waving his hand, which meant as it turned out that our ship had left 5 minutes ago and it was the last one for the day. A few hours later, all the employees of the huge port went home, leaving us to spend the night there completely alone. But this story deserves its own post.
