(^26) By evening, Khao San Road was its usual hive of activity. Situated in
the heart of Backpackerville, it’s here where you could be pierced,
tattooed and dreadlocked if you wished. You could eat bugs, shop for
jewellery and clothes (which I did) and buy fake IDs, driver’s
licenses, diving cards and even photographer’s passes (tempting...
imagine what one could do with such an ID). By evening, an outdoor
cultural show had me transfixed.
The idea of leaving Thailand without watching the national sport is
quite inconceivable. Muay Thai is a sport like no other. You can,
seemingly, use knees, elbows, shins, hands and feet. It’s an
intriguing sport, and the men are well built which is enough reason
for me to watch.
Finally, the time came to leave Bangkok and return to Malaysia. This
time, I believed it was far nicer to go by train than by bus. I love how
the tray tables unfolded when serving food (tablecloth and all) and
how they make the beds at night. It reminds me of a long-forgotten
era. There’s nothing quite like crawling in and falling asleep to the
hypnotic clickety-clack of the wheels on the tracks. I love how the
sound steadily increases as the train gets up to speed—pure magic.
Lumut
Arriving in Lumut felt like returning home. I smiled at the staff,
saying, “Hi, hello. Did you enjoy your holiday?” This is typically
followed by, “Have you eaten?” a standard greeting in Malaysia.
leana
(Leana)
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