Remembering Amazing Thailand

Finally, the day had come for me to go to my work place in Ubon Ratchatani, 620 kilometers northeast of Bangkok, near the border of Laos and Cambodia. I was thrilled. Assuming I already knew everything I needed to know, I went to the bus station by taxi. I was overwhelmed. It was the same bus station in Morchit, where we used to take the bus to Saraburi. But this time I was alone and didn’t know which teller to buy the ticket from. Everything was written in Thai. Then a man came to me and I just said, Ubon.

He took me to a booth and again I said, Ubon. Obviously she was asking where I was bound to, right? She gave me a ticket and showed me the price. Thankfully, the numbers were written in English and the ticket had an English print as well so it was easier for me to follow which platform number I had to go to take the bus.

The trip was rather long and boring. Every town or city we stop at the bus station to pick up or unload a passenger. We left Bangkok at around 8 pm and I couldn’t sleep in the bus. I was anxious. Finally, I saw the breaking of the dawn and I thought we were there yet. We were supposed to arrive in Ubon at around 6 AM but it was already 7 am and the bus was still running and I couldn’t see any sign of a nearby city from the window.

Finally, at around 8 am, we bus came to its final destination –12 excruciating hours! I looked for someone who was coming to pick me up but didn’t find any that looked like a Filipino. I called my contacts and I was told that  Welmer was there at six am waiting for me. So I took a tuktuk instead.

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