The train ride from Bangkok to Sg Golok, the Thai-Malaysian border on the East Coast, was supposed to have taken 20 hours.
Pulling out of Bangkok’s Station (after I got back in…)
Last View of the Chao Praya River and Bangkok in background
The ride itself was rather uneventful, but the train was very comfortable, and we had pretty scenery to look at during the daylight hours. Unfortunately, we had more daylight time than expected since the train only pulled in to Sungai Golok with four hours delay.
Scenery of Thailand’s south under Monsoon clouds
After walking for a little less than a kilometre we arrived at the border – the last border to cross on our journey. The Thai immigration was done in a couple of minutes and we walked across the bridge of the Golok River that was swollen from the monsoon rains of the last couple of days. Luckily the weather changed for the better just before we arrived and the floods receded.
Almost…
We walked under the giant “Selamat Datang ke Malaysia” sign and into the immigration complex. Anushia went through the electronic gate while I picked up the last stamp in my passport and we set foot into Malaysia.
…there
Kota Bahru, Anushia’s birthplace, was still an hour’s drive away, which we spent reflecting on the long journey here and wondering that it felt so sudden to be in Malaysia despite the three months we had spent on the road.
Looking back on where we’ve come from
When we arrived after a brief stint in a bit of a traffic jam it was already late in the afternoon. We found our way to the Royal Kelantan Country Club, where we were met by Uncle Nayagam, whose hospitality and company we were to enjoy while we staying in Kota Bahru.
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