During January we realized that we are already in Thailand
for 5 months and it was almost time for our border run. So we booked our seat on
the van with the same company that we did our visa run with.
The border run is a one day trip and you go to the Cambodian
border. You leave from Tesco lotus next to the On Nut BTS station at 7 in the
morning and return at about 16:00. Here is how our trip went down:
I was very excited since I got an off day from school and
got to go to a new country and add another stamp in my passport. We got up very
early the morning, packed a backpack full of snacks (‘n trip is nie ‘n trip
sonder padkos nie…) and went down to the road to get a taxi. We missed all the
traffic since it was about 5:30 in the
morning and arrived VERY early at TESCO. Luckily there is a 24h McDonalds so we
each grabbed a cup of WAKE-ME-UP coffee.
At 7 the van arrived and all the people had to wait for me –
there is certain stuff that needs to happen in the morning okay… And my system
does not care if I am on a tight time schedule. So I hopped into the van –
Steven saved us nice seats in the front just behind the driver. These are the
best seats since you have loads of leg space and the hopping around like
popcorn in a tin can is minimized.
After about 3 hours of death-defying stunt driving done by
our driver, we stopped at a random fuel station in the middle of no-where to
fill up and smoke:
Then we were exposed to some more crazy Thai van driving and
eventually ended up at the Cambodian border. The Cambodian border looks like a
bad mix between Mexico, Zimbabwe and the Sun…
At the Cambodian side you wait at a place that they call a
casino – it looks more like a Garage party gone wrong somewhere in the east of
JHB – smoke hanging in the air, bad music playing, bottles of alcohol standing
around and people that had too much exposure to sunlight hanging around. We
opted to rather wait outside and see what we can buy at the duty free shops.
And our efforts paid off when we saw that you can buy Marlboro for only 120
Baht a carton (R30 vir ‘n HELE doos sigarette). BARGAIN!! Until you smoke it
and you realize that you just bought something filled with grass and a few
donkie drolle of iets. It tasted horrible – and we had two cartons!!!
Anyhow we got our passports back, hopped in the van and
started the insane journey back home. Nothing like a bit of Kamakazi style van
driving to round off a trip to the barren land and back.
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