Four-Week Journey Through Southern Thailand and Angkor
To test the quality of the information provided by the hotel, we asked the reception how to reach Kao Takiab, the "Monkey Hill" located a few kilometers south of the city center, in the cheapest way possible. Of course, they rushed to hail a taxi for us. We declined. It’s exactly what we thought—nothing beats the well-informed advice and experience of some members of this forum. Especially since taxis aren’t as cheap as in Bangkok. That’s why we walked to the square in front of the night market, where all you have to do is take the green songtaew, a shared taxi that drops you off nearby for the modest price of 10 baht per person—one way, no need to exaggerate... We read so many posts, spend so much time preparing, but it’s reassuring in unfamiliar territory to sometimes know where you’re going and how to get there...
There are two hills close to each other; you need to go to the one overlooking the fishing village. You can’t go wrong—the sea is at the end of this hill.
Of course, we first climbed the other one. There’s still a temple with a viewpoint. Hardly a soul around. A few statues, a pond with fish, and a view of the surroundings.





We now know it’s the other rocky summit we were looking for. Come on, one more climb up the steps in the heat. We’d barely started when we found ourselves going against a whole troop of macaques. They seemed in a hurry to rush down the steps. Oh right, there’s a Thai on the beach with his bucket of supplies. The place is swarming with monkeys—the show never stops. Every vendor on-site has a stick or a slingshot. Slingshot vs. cheeky monkeys. Of course, there’s a temple at the top; naturally, you get a view of the sea and the city’s beachfront. But it’s the macaques that really grab our attention—they’re funny without even trying. We’re very careful; with these animals, their wild side comes out fast.




We had lunch outdoors nearby, planning to head to the floating market a few kilometers southwest of the city. Unfortunately, the taxis there were charging too much, and we already knew the budget would be blown.
So we spent the afternoon strolling along the coast and, among other things, watching the fishermen.



We also went to the store called "Silk Village" on Naebkhean Road, just a few hundred meters north of the city center. Very disappointing—a bit of a posh vibe, rough silk to the touch, outdated designs. On our way back to the city center, we stopped at a small, modern-looking bakery/tea salon, a hangout for well-off people, judging by the clientele. Surprisingly, we had some amazing café crèmes there.
Finally, we couldn’t resist going back to the night market in the evening to eat street food and people-watch. So alike, yet so different...

































































































