04.14.2013 - 04.14.2013
We're stuck for 2.5 hours in this nameless Malaysian border town. Chris is all nervousness, so I sent him off to explore. He is best at that--he'll find something good to eat, something interesting to report. You could tell he didn't want to leave Thailand. Who knew what lay on the other side? But there in Satun was cheap lodging and good food--all we had to do was avoid the bands of people toting water guns, hoses, and pails of water, for it was the annual water festival (and what a mess the festival made of our plans).
Wherever we are is a nondescript place. The two-lane highway, fluttering flags, and shabby exteriors give it a strip mall sort of feel. Most of the shops are shuttered because it's Sunday. We haven't seen any other foreigners here except a busload of water gun-toting Thai tourists--or perhaps they were Malays returning from a visit to Thailand. We don't know--there are no grizzled, wizened ex-pats to give us the low-down here. It's most certainly a passing-through kind of town.