Life in TransitA Digital Nomad in Asia

Hua Hin Train Station

At Huahin train station, where the city receives royalty. Monks roam around and there is a feeling of old and new.

I was about to embark on another train ride home. Up until then, I wasn’t satisfied with the pictures I had taken of the train station.

To be fair, I was in a rush to get to my guesthouse on the day I arrived because it was getting late so I didn’t get to look around for a good shot.

I had the customary sign, the nice roof, even had a monk walk by the bell.

Yet, after having spent a week there, I thought I wanted a picture to have a farang tourist represented. Preferably one who was old. Then there were the seats which I thought looked pretty. The old train gave it a sense of nostalgia.

Right then a monk walked by and I raced to whip my phone out and start up a photo app. Any app.

I think the only thing missing from this is the Thai king or princess. Satisfied.

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