From Mumbai we took a 5-hr flight to Malaysia. After the dirty, crowded chaos of five months in India, it felt like we had flown straight into the future. Without any hassling, coercing or being ripped off, we got a bus to the train station, train to the centre and found a perfect guest house all in the space of an hour. The biggest culture clash was at the spotless, silent and completely empty train station. After the mini cities that take over Indian train stations for 24hrs a day, this felt like a space base.
We proceeded to spend the next 48hrs gorging on as much delicious and stomach settling food as possible, making full use of our location near Chinatown’s countless all night eateries. Then after interneting, stocking up on flip flops, shorts, bikinis, rum and peanuts we retreated to the paradise white sand beach islands of the Perenthians.
10 days of lying on beaches, swimming in the sea, drinking rum, listening to Bob Marley, eating freshly caught fish and scuba diving ensued. Highlights include: canoeing to an empty and completely unspoilt beach, (where I cracked open and drank a fresh coconut), running into six foot long monitor lizards that creep around the jungle interior of the island, scuba diving with turtles, sharks and thousands of brightly covered fish, and meeting a load of friendly scuba diving eggs in the process. After a five day course and five dives of various depths down to 20m, I gained a PADI open water diving qualification whoopawhoop!
After the Perenthians we took a coach across the country to make another quick stop in Penang (more Malaysian seafood eating fun). before starting an epic 3-day train journey up the length of Thailand to Laos. Unlike my sleeper-class train circumnavigation of India, this was easy peasy. Second class sleeper Thai trains are sheer luxury – much larger bunks, (four people in the same space eight people would be sleeping in India), bedding provided, with a man coming down the isles folding down and making all the beds with lightning-quick precision. Best of all there were dining carriages which served beers and three course Thai feasts. On the down side, the Thai version of my Indian train extravaganza documentary would have been awfully dull and smooth-running.
The highlight of our jaunt through Thailand’s rails was a bizarre night sleeping in a Catholic Boys’ School in Hat Yai. Wait No! I’ll explain…
The train from Penang over the Southern Thai border had broken down, so instead of waiting another day we jumped onto the next coach into Thailand from where we could hopefully catch another train. However the coach was caught in traffic and arrived in the Thai city of Hat Yai too late to catch a train to Bangkok. We stumbled around for about 20 mins, dazed and confused by the bright lights and sheer pinkness of Thailand when a young boy dressed in sports wear asked us if we had anywhere to stay. We said “no and thank you”, thinking he was a tout who will no doubt lead us to a over-priced commission-charging hotel, but after he kept saying “don’t worry I’m a priest” we thought we should go along with it. After walking with him for a while it became apparent that he was indeed a grown man, and that children all around kept stopping and bowing down to him with hands together. We turned a corner and entered a huge Catholic Boys’ School (2000 pupils). He announced, quite humbly “this is my school, I am the principal here. You are welcome to stay in our guest rooms.” We were dumbfounded and the room turned out to be a palace compared to the usual budget digs (complete with A/C, free bottled water, toothpaste, shampoo, etc), and of course there was no charge! We didn’t want to out stay our very kind welcome, so got up earlyish the next morning with the school assembly bell (and playing of the Thai National Anthem), then thanked him profusely and took a train to Bangkok. We couldn’t believe he was the same ‘young boy’ from the previous night, all dressed in white priests’ robes. He also took us to show some children playing basketball and said we are welcome to come back anytime if we’d like to teach English!
So, after another two trains and one night stopping over in Chiang Mai, Northern Thailand, we took a wooden boat taxi over the Mekhong River. We were transported back in time to the sleepy land of Laos. The adventure will continue sometime in the near future…………………………..
JONT OUT.