the road home

waiting at the bus stop at the passenger terminal for a bus to the victory monument. after 20 minutes did i finally see the notice that says that all bus services have moved to the new transportation centre and i have to take the shuttle bus (which i saw pass by me 4 times) to there.

the new transportation centre.

waiting for the bus to move off to victory monument. something funny happened: when the bus conductor came up, she was commenting to the driver how delicious the "farang" (guava) that she's munching on is. the farang (caucasian) seated behind the driver was visibly shocked. now all we need is a marn farang (potato) to finish up the puns.

bus from victory monument to pakkret

the village entrance

park soi or the main lane (soi) that leads to all near 40 other sois. about to hail a motorcycle taxi.

the soi leading home.

i'm back.

and for someone.

i nearly laughed my heads off when i saw this on the vest of the uncle whose motorcycle i rode. you can use this if you start a similar business. hehe.