181 Night Arrival into Hat Yai, Thailand

Night is the worst time to be hanging around a train station or anywhere in strange places for that matter. We got the bags off and I caught the bikes as they were handed down. Lost, we were once again saved by a stranger. For some reason a guy took us under his wing, helped us get out front f the station and with the help of a policeman, hire a Tuk, Tuk. (Little truck taxi.)

We jammed the bikes in then threw the bags on top. Cat sat onthe back edge of the load, I took the cab seat and we were off. Our new, nameless friend had told the driver to take us to a hotel that sounded low end. Cat called out the name, Grand Plaza Hotel that she had read about. The driver happily took us to the door.

The staff rushed out and in moments all our worldly possessions were safely out of the dark street and into the brightly lit lobby. Bags to the room, the bikes will be standing by in the lobby.  Hatyai Mainstreet at Night.