We're sitting like cargo at the back of a pickup truck and aren't entirely sure if what we are doing is the most sensible thing to do or if we even are going in the direction we are supposed to. Nevertheless we feel pretty content about moving forward and looking back on the cars we are passing, their passengers waving at us, us waving back. We had a tough program for the entire day: Return scooters, find a bus, find a another bus because we are going towards the wrong direction, find a Tuk-Tuk, explaining to the people on the same ride to which city we want to go using only our hands and feet, arguing about where we are and want to go with another bus driver, being stuck in traffic, finally arriving to the place we actually wanted to go, fighting through a crowded market, eventually having a well deserved delicious coffee and then having no clue what so ever how to get back to Hua Hin, 320km down south by sunset.
But man, I'm telling you, I haven't felt that alive in many weeks. When there's so much going on and you have no idea what comes next, then you don't have time to think about work, insurances, finances or any other troubles – You are there in the moment. And as much as that sounds like some kind of Instagram gibberish, it feels true. Before we find ourselves on the back of a pickup truck, we have been waiting some time next to the road, holding up a sign saying Hua Hin. Eventually this particular white pick up truck with a young Thai family stops and gives us an OK to hop on the back.
We start driving and after a while turn to a smaller country road and an even smaller road and an even smaller road until we reach a sort of a suburb with houses and families. The family didn't speak English and we have no idea where we are going, clearly it isn't the big road down south to Hua Hin. We stop and are immediately greeted by members of their family, who live in a big farm house. They hand us bottled water and some snacks and in broken Thai we thank them and smile and bow. The journey continues and the car soon turns back on the big road, where I start to realise that I preferred the smaller one a lot more.
We are on the highway, we are driving fast. Even a minor accident would just catapult us straight off the platform we're sitting on with slight chances of any good ending. We trust the family, they have already helped us out so much without saying a single word we would have understood. They drop us off at a bigger crossing and point to a mini bus, trying to make us understand that this the right one taking us back to Hua Hin. Luckily Joe had bought some candy from the market, which we then gave to the kids of the family as a thank you. Still today I have so much appreciation for what they did and how they helped out two complete strangers. The world is a good place, people are good.