Three men, one vintage Land Rover, and a 900km trip through southern Thailand
A slow drive from Bangkok to Phuket with random turns down hairy side roads is a great way to see – and smell – life in the rural south of the country, where you’re never far from the sea
It feels like hours since we last stopped. I’m cramped from sitting hunched over and my sweaty legs are sliding all over the vinyl seats.
“Ugh … ooofff … damn!” I grunt as we bang over a pothole, the jolt making my spine throb. The 53-year-old Land Rover bucks like an angry bull, its suspension rigid with age and practicality.
“Turn right here,” I shout at the driver, Torben. The crunching of knobby tyres on tarmac, a throbbing diesel engine and windows open for the fresh air – the air-con having long since given up – rob our conversation of nuance.
We jounce down a narrow dirt lane atop a dyke, with fish ponds on either side and no one in sight.
“Where do you think this goes?” Torben asks, clenching the wheel as he pumps the heavy clutch and drops a gear. The transmission gives a rattling snarl.
“I have no idea. Let’s see.”