After a 3 (and a bit) hour journey, some great music and a fair amount of alcohol, in many cases, the train drew up at Baan Krut station. There was the inevitable scramble to get all of us, our luggage, the musicians and instruments and all other bits and pieces off of the train, before it carried on with its southernly journey.
We were greeted with flower garlands and a charming little performance by some local schoolkids, doing some traditional Thai dancing.
Of course, some of the musicians got involved with an impromptu jam with the traditional musicians, at this point, to the great amusement of the kids. They then sang a little ditty in English which basically consisted of the words "Hello, hello, How are you today? I'm fine, I'm fine.." (I can't remember the rest) and gravely, with their teacher's prompting, recited "Welcome to Thailand".
Then it was time to get the transport to our hotel for the night. We went through to the car park, & instead of a coach, saw...
....a long queue of mosai salengs. Our hosts really had gone out of their way to provide us with some very unusual experiences. How often do you see over 60 farangs (most over 60) on a convoy of salengs?
It was organised that there would be 3 of us to each vehicle. Once we were all settled, there was a flurry of colour and movement. The kiddies ran to the salengs & took up every available space!
