The journey from Koh Tao to Bangkok took almost a day. It involved a taxi to the dock, a two hour boat journey to Chumpon, a bus to the train station, a four to five hour wait (our night train was delayed), and a ten hour train to Bangkok.
The wait in the train station wasn’t as dull as you may think. Apparently the girls danced. I missed it because I was too busy chasing a cute puppy to take a photo of. Orna gave herself a pedicure. We were also kept on edge making sure the rats dancing, chasing, and frolicking in the grass behind us weren’t getting too close for comfort. Young school children came and interviewed us for their English class with questions about our travel plans and favourite Thai food. We started to change the answers so they wouldn’t have the exact same responses in school the next day.
Now how was the night train you ask?
It was actually fine. Orna booked the three of us lower bunks. The tour operator told her she needed them and they were a little more expensive unbeknownst to her, but it was a good choice. Mine was filled with bugs and what not at first but a quick sweep and they were all gone.
We had dinner on the train on the food cart. I got tofu noodle soup. The tofu looked like mangled chicken. After hearing horror stories passed down the line about people getting drugged on night buses in Thailand and then getting robbed, I couldn’t help but get paranoid about spikings when numerous suited official looking men came into the carriage. Needless to say, I didn’t eat much.
The bed was like a private, miniature room with curtains and a window. My rucksack safely stowed at the end of the bed. Belly a third full, tucked into my sleeping bag liner, ear plugs in and eye mask on, and off I slept the shakey way to Bangkok. All for about twenty five euro.