28.12.2014 - 28.12.2015 31 °C
The guesthouse was busy this morning. Someone had a similar arrival to ours, but had to sleep on the couch as there were no open beds. Wouldn't be getting in my Canada Christmas skype today. Ryan went down the street to get a haircut. He came back with the 'Zack Efron' look since they had made him pick his style out of a magazine. He was a bit disappointed they didn't have Ellen DeGeneress or Leonardo DiCaprio in What's Eating Gilbert Grape.
It took about two hours to get from the hostel to Mo Chit station. It also required bus 77 where Ryan made a friend from Hangzhou, eager to hear about his travels. He was travelling to Cambodia, lucky enough to leave his big luggage back at his Bangkok hotel.
We wandered Mo Chit, finding out tickets to Northeastern Thailand were upstairs. After that, two vendors told us no tickets available (it was the holidays after all) and one lady finally sold us a ticket to Buri Rama, near Nang Rong, for just shy of 250 baht. We killed time there until 3pm, playing the Logos app, journaling, browsing the old Lonely Planet and wandering around to get food and drinks.
The bus ride was pretty uneventful. I watched the road signs to try and find where Nang Rong was since our tickets didn't match that particular destination. At our washroom stop, we were able to tell the driver with the help of another English speaking Thai passenger where we wanted to be dropped off. We picked up some guava and a chicken satay as a snack since it was getting later and darker.
The man who helped us translate helped us find Nang Rong, confirmed again that we had hotel reservations. I called the number for Honey Inn, our guesthouse, and after some chatting, made difficult by the roar of busses, I understood that he would pick us up there and to stay put.
Kris picked us up in a gray truck. He seemed like a nice guy. The Inn was cute with pastel colours and two stories. We even got free water bottles with our cheap room plus barnyard animals sheets, towels and toiletries. It even had some of Thailand's best wifi so far.
Venturing out for food was a different battle. The first place looked at us for awhile before asking us to write down our order. However, we couldn't write in Thai. Instead, I tried to order som tam without shrimp or those small fish they put in the papaya salad. She seemed to understand, but when it came out, miniscule fish clung to every noodle and it had been doused in fish sauce. Even Ryan couldn't eat it because of the fishy taste.
Our second attempt at supper was a few doors, or food stalls, down. I tried to order chicken fried rice for Ryan and egg fried rice for me with a whole lot of gestures and some Thai. We clarified it a few times, but my Thai must be rusty because we came out with a odd tasting chicken with rice for Ryan and a chicken fried rice for me, which I tried my best to pick the meat out of. Being outside the tourist bubble had its downsides.