They bought tickets to the big ship and the bus, to go to Malaysia. Then you will cross the border you can come back to Thailand and stay again for a while or you gonna be paying 500 butt each day for overstay. But do not dream you can do overstay for too long, it can be a quite bad ending, because overstay laws have been changed lately.
It was a good luck and the rain stopped for a day and artist could enjoy being on the ship to watch early morning quit and peaceful sky and the sea. Nice breeze helped to relax her mind and she looked forward to some unknown things and places. Once again she didn't understand where she was going to and why. Artist didn't feel like travel, but she was on the road again, not because she wanted to, because she had to. Already trying to close her eyes on the condition of the ship broken sits and dirty toilets you do not want to use, the time to start to evaluate things, and get understanding what you want and what you do not want in your life.
Next was 5 hours of the trip in a front . Getting into the bus and after taking their seats our artist and her brother were staring into the windows and slowly start falling asleep after bus took off.
I will give a name to our traveller; to our artist - Iana ...it will be easier for us to follow the scene.
She tried to sleep, but bus was shaking a bit,and like some other passengers she was just observing and following the trip from her seat...
...There were 2 hours between Samui and the land they arrived to take a bus, but it was so different and you felt like a stranger. Wild nature, a lot of trees almost growing on each other with no space or light coming in between, like a forest or jungle from a scary movie. All not natural green, you used to see in USA or anywhere in the world or let me to correct, in Europe. The bus was taking highway which was going trough some weird places which seem do not have beginning or the end. Some houses showed up in the middle of nowhere in a very bad condition and some houses were surrounded by the garbage. Some houses looked like they stay on the chicken legs and some houses looked like they went trough the war.
Mulls were eating grass and tight up with a robe in their nose to what ever on the ground. These poor animals were in between of two highways which go to different directions. Every mile it was a new mull, every mile it was 1000 years old wood house. The picture itself was sad sad and sad. It can be understanding that all cultures are different,but if you have you quality you will never understand how you can live in places like that, NASTY, not poor NASTY - big time difference. Tears were falling...
The City which on the border with Malaysia was a nightmare you really do not want to get even your dinner in there, it smells bad all around from these food kiosk with no sanitary and hand wash dishes in dirty water. Ugly gray half broken buildings and trash all over the road.
"What the hell I am doing up here and how I' have got here?" it was a bad dream, it shouldn't be a direction it was a wrong direction somehow she got in to. This is not what you want to see to create beautiful songs, music or art, it is dark evil hole you have to avoid or run as fast as you can, but she couldn't at the moment.
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