Jalan ke Betong
The sun was not so hot compared to ESAN but my heart was a little hot because my journalist friend failed to have the sense of distance. He told me from the immigration checkpoint to the town is 3km. It is not too far isn;t it, only 3 km. From my house to this cyber cafe is also 3 km.Therefore i was trying to save some money because i am jobless now. This border town accept Malaysian ringgit. in fact they have the currency because the value is higher if it convert back to Thai bahts.
Despite i did some research on the net but i ignored this site content:
Therefore i started my boy scout usaha test of 6 km walk.
It was a strange sight for the locals and many came to ask me whether i need a lift. Please, it is not free, some charge RM 5 and some even go as high as the taxi fare of RM12. I started to get upset with this money attitude. In fact, the sun was high and the time was still early.
" 7 km awak mahu jalan."
" Biasa lah apa susah."
Some of the cars and motorcyles reversed when they saw me, They should have thought here was a big catch that the GOD sent for.
I walked on and when my face turned brown after the two hours baking in the sun. I reached the town.
Despite i did some research on the net but i ignored this site content:
live in Betong. There are altogether five Malaysian-Thai border towns and Betong is one of them. Betong is located at the Southern most of Thailand and the town is only 7km from the Malaysian-Thai border. It is a district (amphur) of the Yala Province with an approximate population of 50,000, of which about 15,000 are living in the town. It is made up of multi-races with approximately 40% Muslims, 30% Chinese and 30% Thai. It was the base for the former jungle fighters of the Communist Party of Malaya and is considered as one of the most Chinese populated area in Thailand, and has the highest average per capita income among the three Southern provinces, Narathiwat, Yala and Pattani
Therefore i started my boy scout usaha test of 6 km walk.
It was a strange sight for the locals and many came to ask me whether i need a lift. Please, it is not free, some charge RM 5 and some even go as high as the taxi fare of RM12. I started to get upset with this money attitude. In fact, the sun was high and the time was still early.
" 7 km awak mahu jalan."
" Biasa lah apa susah."
Some of the cars and motorcyles reversed when they saw me, They should have thought here was a big catch that the GOD sent for.
I walked on and when my face turned brown after the two hours baking in the sun. I reached the town.
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