#003 – A train ride in Thailand.

February 17, 2011

I stumbled back to the station where I left my wife. After a 4 hour minivan drive my stomach is again upset. Why are the air-co’s so cold, probably because it’s so warm outside. I can’t stand it. All sweaty I saw my wife pointing to the clock, the train from Hat Yai to Sungai Kolok was about to leave. We were running to the platform with our bags on our shoulders, only to find out that we ran for nothing. The train was delayed for half an hour. Yeah, traveling by public transport is fun.

The train was perfect, though. Wooden benches back to back. Enough space to put your bags and feet. The windows could open easily all the way down and best of all, you can see the backside of the country along the track. We slowly roar down the back of the cities. Seeing all the dirt and rubbish thrown away on places nobody care about, all the streets which look nice on the front are shelter for homeless people on the back.

When you’re out of the city with the train you’ll see places no cars will go. Were only we, the people on the train, could see the beauty of undisturbed chaos of trees and plants. Like there’s no-one else in the world but we, on this train. If this train would stop and never could continue, we are alone in the wilderness. Then we need to live to survive and conquer the chaos of the rainforest.

My thoughts drift away in the escape of nature. But after a few minutes we already passed another small station. Even in the greatest wilder, people could live.

Then I started to look around in the train. We came from Krabi, Thailand, that day. Where you see a lot of tourist or tourist-minded Thais. But now on the train they seem to be disappeared. They made place for Thai people who don’t like to be seen. People you don’t expect to see in Thailand. Woman with long sleeves and scarves. Men with turbans and Korans in their hands.

The stations where highly secured by soldiers with their fingers on the triggers of their guns. Ready to fire, ready to fight against the Islam. I must say, we were a little bit terrified by it.

After five hours my ass still didn’t hurt, surprisingly, because on most chairs I wouldn’t make it that long without moving. Probably I was to busy sniffing culture and enjoy this part of a country where I really wanted to leave as soon as possible. But after thinking my ass still didn’t hurt I lost my thoughts and only could think about leaving this train.

–          I ride slow trains with my mind on high speed.






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