And then we spent roughly five minutes in Burma.....honestly. Another triumph for the sticker system - it was still dark as we tumbled off the car ferry, past its cargo of rubbish and recycling from Koh Tao, to a couple of minivans which whisked us away to our various destinations (all except one poor couple who were left in the dust with vague assurances that the bus for Bangkok was definately on its way). At Ranong we jumped out, queued for about an hour, got passports stamped out, waited longer, got on a rickety old boat through the filthy waters past run down industrial and warehouse buildings, across a short straight to Burma. Here we jumped out, queued again for about 30mins, got our passports stamped, handed out some cash to begging novice monks, then jumped
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