Bittersweet Goodbyes Journeying Home to Phuket!

This morning at around 7 am, my husband and I had to say our goodbyes to my mom, sister, niece, and son. It wasn't easy, especially with our little guy. We were both feeling pretty down about leaving him behind, but we promised we'd be back in three months to see him again. After we headed back to our place in Phuket province.

The whole scene was kind of emotional. The morning sun was coming up, painting the sky with these beautiful colors, but all we could think about was having to leave our son behind. He's the light of our lives, and saying goodbye just felt wrong.

We made a pact, though—three months, and we'd be back to pick up right where we left off. It was tough driving away, leaving the rest of the family behind, but we had to get back home.

On the road back to Phuket, we couldn't shake off that heavy feeling. Memories of the morning kept playing in our heads—the hugs, the laughter, and that promise to return. The journey home was this mix of emotions—sadness for leaving but also this hope and excitement for the day we'd reunite with our son.

The road seemed longer than usual, and every mile felt like it was pulling us farther away from him. But in the back of our minds, we held on to the idea that in just three short months, we'd be back, wrapping our arms around our little guy, and feeling the warmth of home all over again.

The Mae Sot Tak route is something else, I tell you – the highest and twistiest road I've ever come across. My husband's got to navigate it like he's handling a delicate flower. But you know what? Along the way, there's this gem called "Doi Muser Market." It's like a pitstop paradise. You've got souvenirs, fresh eats, dried goods, and a rainbow of fruits and veggies.

Without fail, every time we hit this route, we're making a beeline for Doi Muser Market. I'm on a mission to snag souvenirs for all my pals back in Phuket. Trust me, they've all gotten used to goodies from this particular market.

After loading up on enough trinkets to fill a treasure chest, we hit the road again. Of course, pitstops are mandatory on a journey like this. We'd pull into gas stations like clockwork, mainly for bathroom breaks but also to refuel ourselves.

This one time, I got myself a bowl of noodles – the roadside kind that somehow always tastes better than anything you get in the city. Then, just to sweeten the deal, I grabbed a stick of grilled bananas. Now, those bananas are like a blast from the past for me and my younger sister.

Back in the day, when we were knee-high to a grasshopper, we used to snag ripe but not too ripe bananas, peel 'em, and throw 'em on the stove to grill. Man, that aroma – it's like a trip down memory lane. We'd sit there, patiently waiting until those bananas were just right, and then, armed with our grilled treasures, we'd share 'em around. It's funny how food can be a time machine, isn't it?

By 1:00 p.m., we rolled into the heart of the beast – Bangkok. It's a city that's bursting at the seams with prosperity, from the electric train whizzing by to the skyscrapers towering over everything. The hustle and bustle are real.

But let me tell you, as we entered the chaos of the big city, the vibe changed. Suddenly, we felt like mere specks in the grand scheme of things. Those towering buildings made us feel small, and the energy of the city hit us like a tidal wave. It's a love-it-or-hate-it kind of feeling, and honestly, at that moment, we weren't too keen on the chaos.

Before we knew it, we left the big city chaos behind and ventured into the serene countryside. The landscape shifted, and we found ourselves cruising through vast salt fields. Welcome to Phetchaburi Province, the salt capital of Thailand.

As we drove, the scenery transformed, and the air became tinged with the scent of salt. Along the roadside, little shops popped up like mushrooms, each one selling the local specialty – salt. It was fascinating to see how an entire region could be so dedicated to producing this essential commodity. We couldn't resist stopping at some of these roadside stalls, exploring the variety of salts they offered, each with its unique flavor and texture. It was a different kind of beauty, a simplicity that stood in stark contrast to the towering structures of the city we had just left.

During our marathon drives, my husband and I take turns behind the wheel. On this particular journey to Prachuap Khiri Khan Province, the sky began to cloak itself in darkness. Sensing it was time to call it a day, we pulled into a gas station to refuel both our car and our energy levels.

Originally, we had our sights set on a hotel in Chumphon province, but winter has a knack for plunging the world into darkness earlier than other seasons. Night driving can be dicey, and safety comes first. So, we made a swift decision to reserve a hotel room, opting to rest up and tackle the remaining stretch of our adventure with fresh eyes in the morning. It's a wise move; after all, a good night's sleep trumps battling the night's shadows on the road any day.

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