No one in Cam Tho could give me the real deal on a bus to Ha Tien. Too lazy to hike out to the bus station, I used a travel stall to book a bus. All good and it included a pick up by vomit van.
The van is on time and we dashed about town to gather others and then, what's this, out the wrong end of town. Well, of course silly rabbit. I booked on the fancy bus, complete with TV at full volume with Vietnamese Boy Bands. Ah, Marcos rules for rough travel: earplugs.
A fancy bus on a small Vietnam road is still a slow bus. Three hours to Rach Gia and then..... No bus on.
Moto guys chasing me in circles as I look for a bus, travel gods laughing, and finally, oh yes, the OTHER bus station. Across town. 10 km across town. Back to the cheap buses where I belong.
Hard negotiation gets us to 80,000 dong and were off with my stupid mandatory skull cap helmet that is five sizes too small perched on top of my head. A fine fool I look, but it really is 10 k and I almost feel guilty at the price.
As we pull in, the Ha Tien local is pulling out. A Greek chorus of "HaTien, Ha Tien" echoes from everyone and I am most bodily carried to the bus and thrown on, albeit very gently.
Back on the Local!!! Travel Gods Appeased. And several hours later, I see limestone karats thrusting out of the level land into the evening sky. I am leaving the Delta. This is the Gulf of Thailand, on the border with Cambodia.
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