Narathiwat. A province torn by unrest, a land misunderstood by many Thais. I arrived today, at noon, and somewhere lost in translation, I was nearly abandoned by the vehicle that was supposed to take me to the hotel. A few hours later, I was told that there was two separate bombings near the airport. No one was injured, thankfully.
The town reminded me of the many large villages in Malaysia. I’m facing no problems speaking “Malay” with the people, yet they are equally fluent in Thai. Been a tiring day. Had visited a rubber plantation, went to have dinner with the villagers. On both occasion, I enjoyed speaking to them, for once I didn’t need a Thai translator in Thailand.