Category: Ubon Ratchathani Province

Well Ubon has turned out to be somewhat of a fizzer in my eyes. I have a feeling there is a bit of a push to promote this region of Thailand. Tourism here seems largely undeveloped, probably due to the fact that it was more or less off limits to tourists for security reasons up through the late 1990’s with Khmer Rouge activity in the area.

Perhaps the feeling is that the tourists need to come first before the tourist businesses can be worth setting up. There are a few things to see in town, including a decent historical museum, but most of what’s available I managed to get through in less than a day. The surrounding area is supposed to have some worthwhile excursions, but there aren’t any tours heading to them because, I was told by the Thailand tourism authority, “There aren’t enough tourists”. And while you could try to negotiate some transportation with a local driver, it is hard to find anyone who can understand what you want. Most businesses here, including my hotel, seem to treat me as more of a nuisance than anything else. I get the impression that most Westerners who visit here are only stopping on their way to or from a visit to Laos (which is just over the border).

Instead of spending the next five days here, milling about town and seeing shops like those in other parts of Thailand, I think I’m going to hop the overnight train to Bangkok and early morning bus to Kanchanaburi clear over on the other side of Thailand near the border with Myanmar (aka Burma). Hopefully they still have sleeping berths available!

After a bit of debate about where to head next, I was enticed into riding the rails to Ubon at the end of the eastern train line. Not only was Lonely Planet hyping it’s “emerald triangle” status, local Thai tour industry people advised me that it was worth a visit as well.

I enjoyed my stay in Pak Chong and found the small city to be quite nice to hang out it. It wasn’t too big, and it seemed very well groomed and cared for. It actually reminded me somewhat of a Thai version of small town America. Even the night market there seemed exceptionally clean and diverse, with a wide range of luscious foods to try and things to buy. But my time had come to get back on the train and keep heading east.

I carefully scrutinized the train schedule to make sure I didn’t end up on another 3rd class only train, but that is precisely where I ended up for the scheduled 7 hour journey to Ubon Ratchathani. This time the train wasn’t so crowded, but the comfort level was otherwise the same: hard wood bench seating and big open windows.

I managed to find a group of six bench seats to call my own and spread out over, which didn’t make it so bad. It’s nice to be able to gaze out the window without anything obstructing your view. There were endless fields of cassava (manioc, which we learned about in geography class years ago) and rice paddies, although not much rice growing this time of year (the dry season). There were also quite a few mysterious plantations of what appeared to be blue gum trees that reminded me somewhat of Australia. There were quite a few water buffalo wandering the fields and dunking themselves in ponds near the tracks. Occasionally the train would have to come to a stop until one of them would get off the tracks.

The most frustrating delay came at the Korat train station where we just seemed to sit there for 1.5 hours with no explanation. Or, at least, no explanation in English! I could not tell what was going on and couldn’t ask anyone else because I was the only Westerner on board. It was quite frustrating and uncomfortable to bake there in the heat of the day with no breeze, but eventually we got going again. It seemed there was some problem with the engine which they eventually replaced. Throughout the ordeal, a non-stop barrage of food dealers would walk past the windows shrieking in your ear as they tried hawking their snacks and meals in Thai. I just had to point at what I wanted to get fed. They would trace the number of baht required as payment out on the palm of their hands to tell me how much it cost.

Eventually, about 2 hours late, we arrived at the distant city of Ubon Ratchathani (or just Ubon, as they seem to like to call it). It was getting late and I hadn’t eaten a decent meal all day, so I hit the streets after checking into my hotel and mimed my way into some food. Nobody seems to speak English here.