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Thailand/Narathiwat Round the world trip 2007
8/18
We began our day riding to another small hill of limestone with caves of stalactites and stalagmites and with many Buddha’s, Khao Luang sanctuary. The sun pours through the open hole in the ceiling of the cave and lights the Buddha’s. Of course, the place is also home to hordes of monkeys.
We stayed on small roads, passing miles of salt settling ponds. We had to stop and check the huge barns, not sure what was in them, : salt crystals! As we approached our destination, Damneon Suduak, the floating market area, we began to see more and more traditional wooden Thai houses with their steep pitched roofs decorated with flame finials. We hustled into a little hotel before the afternoon down pour, a daily occurrence.
We were told by a young couple of diving instructors living on one of the islands that we had No Worries about getting lost, that all the road signs had English sub-titles. It has become painfully obvious that tourist areas and tourist routes cater to the farang (rhymes with meringue pie) but only a kilometer off the tourist trail, all signs come only in Thai. We are learning to negotiate the smaller roads and finding the language to be an inconvenience we are willing to struggle with to stay off the major highways and to see the ‘real Thailand.’
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We began our day riding to another small hill of limestone with caves of stalactites and stalagmites and with many Buddha’s, Khao Luang sanctuary. The sun pours through the open hole in the ceiling of the cave and lights the Buddha’s. Of course, the place is also home to hordes of monkeys.
We stayed on small roads, passing miles of salt settling ponds. We had to stop and check the huge barns, not sure what was in them, : salt crystals! As we approached our destination, Damneon Suduak, the floating market area, we began to see more and more traditional wooden Thai houses with their steep pitched roofs decorated with flame finials. We hustled into a little hotel before the afternoon down pour, a daily occurrence.
We were told by a young couple of diving instructors living on one of the islands that we had No Worries about getting lost, that all the road signs had English sub-titles. It has become painfully obvious that tourist areas and tourist routes cater to the farang (rhymes with meringue pie) but only a kilometer off the tourist trail, all signs come only in Thai. We are learning to negotiate the smaller roads and finding the language to be an inconvenience we are willing to struggle with to stay off the major highways and to see the ‘real Thailand.’
