So the trip to Hadyai wasn't going to be too bad as far these journeys go hopefully. It started with a minibus to the pier where we soon boarded a boat to the mainland, but not before some deep fried chicken from a street stall for breakfast, lovely jubbly!
The thing is with transport here there is absolutely no organisation or common sense to it. We were armed with out stupid multicolour stickers on our chest handed to us by the boat company. We arrived at the mainland having survived another boat journey in Asia and boarded a wreck of a coach then changed again half an hour later into a minibus which would take us the four hours south. The driver commenced to spend the first hour going as slow as physically possible pulling up and talking to each of his friends as they went by but as soon as we left the city that guy did not left his foot off the floor. We must have been doing 80 - 90 mph all the way on these very dodgy, not Cambodia/India dodgy, but dodgy roads none the less. Well at least he could meet up with his other mates in the service station, eh!
The arrival in Hatyai did not come soon enough, well were totally sick of being in that bus. Thankfully finding a guesthouse was quick, we used one from the book for security more than anything else.
The place was fine, very grubby but at least the bed was clean. We soon grabbed some tea from one of the local places then walked around the shopping centre without any Thai Baht so we couldn't buy anything. On the way home we saw three big monster rats by our hostel and began to ask questions about the place. We walked up the staircase to the communal area en-route to our room and sat there were three, depressed, middle aged, ex-pat guys, again we thought at least its only a night! We grabbed a couple of beers from the 7/11 store on the corner and watched a film in out room (this is at 6 pm), we thought it was best just to keep out of the way!