Travelling south - viajando al sur

After hard negotiations with some taxi-drivers (they always want to rip of tourists and refuse to switch on the meter – the tuck tuck drivers are even whores, they always want an astronomic sum, just to get up and start the engine) we reached the train in time and were happy to relax a bit. The train was a nostalgic british old-timer with ventilators and quite comfortable beds. They even brought us dinner and breakfast to our seats. observing the passing landscape, having our dinner and a singha beer we found out early enough that it is dangerous even to lean out your elbow for 10 centimetres as it might be hit by a branch or amputated cleanly by a roof of some house which was built very close the the rails. When we climbed up into our beds to get some sleep my neighbourhood to a discothèque in madrid was worth gold. The loud sound of the diesel-lock of the train, the sound of the moving ventilator, snoring thais and a guy who was organizing his plastic bags for hours, putting 10 small bags into a bigger one, then trying to get out the one bag, which was impossible to reach without pulling out all the others and so forth… - made it impossible to sleep for patricia and jan whereas i managed to sleep like a rock for many hours ;)
After a delay of 4 hours we reached surat thani where the local mafia was already waiting for the tourists to rip tem of. While the majority of the travellers got ripped of, we managed with some luck, intelligence and intuition not to fall into their tramp and find our way to the fairy via public transport, saving a considerable amount of our budget. I think life is basically about living up to challenges, solving problems, improvise in unforeseen situations and experience adventures in an active way.

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Tras negociaciones con algunos taxistas (siempre intentan timar a los turistas y se niegan a encender el taximetro – los conductores de los tuck tuck son aun peores, te piden una fortuna solo para arancar el motor) legamos a la estacio de tren de sobrados de tiempo para relajarnos. El tren era una antigedad britanica que transmitia mucha nostalgia con su ventiladores y camas plegables. Hasta no trajeron la cena y el desayuno. Cenamos y tomamos una cerveza singha observando el paisaje y nos enteramos justo a tiempo que es muy peligroso sacar nada - auque solo sea el codo - de la ventanilla abierta por que podria chocar con alguna rama o ser amputado por el tejado de una casa construida a 10 centimetros de distancia de los railes. Cuando escalamos a nuestras camas para descansar un poco el hecho de vivir al lado de una descoteca en madrid me ayudó mucho. El sonido de la locomodora diesel, los ventiladores, thais roncando y un tio sacando y metiendo bolsas de plastico durante 2 horas robaron el suegno a patricia y jan mientras dormía como una roca ;)
Cuando llegamos a surat thani con un retraso de 4 horas la mafia local ya nos estaba esperando para timarnos. Mientras la mayoría acabó pagando por la misma cosa dos y más veces consegiumos enterarnos como llegar hasta el barco en transporte publico y asi nuestros presupuestos no sufrieron. Creo que en la vida so trata de afrontar retos, resolver problemas, improvisar en situaciones inesperadas y vivir aventuras.