I happen to find the train station infinitely more psychologically accommodating than the airport.
There are reasons for this, of course.
a) Trains don't fall out of the sky and into the ocean, allowing their passengers to enjoy the final minutes of their lives in a state of blood curdling fear, cranium clutching panic and extremely loose bowels, before being assaulted, possibly sexually, by a school of lunatic fucking fish with an unhealthy penchant for necrophilia . No thanks. I'd rather fucking hitch-hike my way across the globe. Naked. With a vulture eagerly nipping at my sagging left bollock.
b) You need to take out a fucking mortgage on beer in the airport.
And how will you be paying, sir?
Monthly, you fucking thief.
c) Lots of Arabs go to airports, and they tend to be big and hairy and smelly and terrorists.
d) Train stations seem to be void of anxiety, unlike the airport where Bob and his 15,000 offspring tear in and out of every fucking single duty free shop before being called over the loud speakers to get their fucking arses in gear and report to the boarding gate 5 minutes ago and then embark on a fucking viking hike to Gate 56 situated somewhere in a small village.
None of that shite at the train station.
One simply waits for the train, and gets on the fucking thing.
Take the station at Hua Hin for example..
Buying a ticket is almost a cozy affair:
A manageable number of travellers, unlike the unruly hordes of pondlife at the airport:
A waiting room fit for a King:
Lots of old and generally non-scary folk. You know if they gave you gip you could properly fuck their shit up:
Smiling children. The fuckers normally cry on planes:
One minor grievance. The folk that load half a supermarket on board and make nuisance of themselves trying to sell it:
In the likely event that this train will not fall out of the sky and burst into a massive ball of angry fire, please sit back and enjoy the journey: