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“Skål!” was the first Swedish word I learned as I took a round of tequila shots with 3 Swedes and the Thai bar staff.   Their shot glasses hit the bar top over a second later than mine, a significant time in shot-taking.  Tequila was not their strength.  Still, it was followed with another “Skål!” (sounds like coal) and then another still.

“Skål!”

This was my first night in Hua Hin and a great reminder of why I prefer to travel spontaneously.

My rough plan was to show up at the Bangkok bus station and see where I could go.  Pick a random bus, and arrive somewhere in around 4 hours.  It began as an impulsive decision to go, as I hadn’t left Bangkok in over a month.  So, the last of my work was emailed in and I was packed with a bag so small that no one else can believe I can live out of it for 2-3 days.

Tiny bag

Coworkers were planning on going to Hua Hin, though that wasn’t quite someplace at the top of my list.  In general, I’m not really a beach person, but I’ve also had some of the best times in places I wouldn’t have expected.  So, I hopped the bus with them.

Once in Hua HIn, around 23:00, they had already made reservations and the place was booked.  So, I set out into the foreign area to find a place for the night, and likely a better deal than they were getting.

The foreign area of Hua Hin is a compact series of intersecting alleyways near the beach.  They are lined with dozens of bars, most of which seemed to be relatively empty.  Stuffed in between are also quite a few guesthouses.

Example of the odd Scandinavian influence.

And another.

One surprising thing to take note of is the strong Scandinavian influence throughout Hua Hin.

About 5 minutes into the search, I was being waved into a bar by a group of drunken Swedes shouting that any and all should join them.  I sat down for a beer and within a moment had 3 shots lined up in front of me courtesy of the Swedes.  With the first shout of “Skål!” we all took a round together.

Two of them lived in Pattaya and had come to Hua Hin to give their visiting friend a calmer beach experience.  Apparently this was it.

A short while later, the bar closed down and the staff started leading us a few blocks over to a dance club near the Hua Hin Brewery (beer isn’t that good there).  One the way, we ran into my coworkers who tagged along.

Coworkers and I, and a sleepy Thai.

Of course, since I hadn’t checked in anywhere, I had the bag with me all this time.  But, luckily it’s exceptionally small.  And, with the help of new acquaintances, I found a room right on the beach for a better price than the others were paying.

Overall, a much better night than if I had just checked into a reservation.

Benjamin

Hi all, my name is Ben. I’m a native Michigander with a passion for human culture and new places, and more than that, new experiences. I have degrees in archaeology and writing, pursuing a career in the latter. However, I never quite lost that fascination for archaeological theory. For the past 9 years, I’ve been living and travelling in Asia, documenting ancient sites and the peoples who built them, and then adapting them into practical archaeological travel information at PathsUnwritten.com.

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