01/05/13
I arrived at the travel agency at 09.00, as I was instructed to because the bus left at 09.30 and we needed to get to the depot. I went into the shop and asked the woman if the minibus was here, she looked at me blankly and said my bus didn't exist.. after a quick phone call she told me to wait outside. At a quarter past some bloke turned up and escorted me 100m down the road and told me to wait for him to come back. At some time after 09.30 he came back, accompanying a German couple who were also going to Hua Hin. We walked down a couple of alleyways and came out onto the main road, where we waited for an hour for the minibus to come and pick us up (plus a few others). At the depot we had to wait further, meaning it wasn't until 11.12 that we actually left. It took us 3 hours to get to Hua Hin, where I yet again started the hunt for a bed. The one place I had scouted out from the guidebook was fully booked, I then went to 2 other guesthouses, both with spaces but charging too much for me. The 4th place I went was the gem, the pearl on the seafloor, the diadem in the room of requirement (you get the picture). It was hidden down a back alley, one that I had randomly decided to go down. I spoke to the Dutch owner called John, he told me the room prices, the cheapest being £10 and as I got my bag to go he casually mentioned the treehouse. Not strictly true as it wasn't in a tree but on the side of the house, but it was up a ladder through a trap door, where you found just enough room for a mattress and little else, I of course agreed straight away without hesitation. I spent the afternoon on the beach, even though there wasn't much sun.
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