Ill give you 1000 baht if I'm still alive at the end of this ride!

So my last post was from my phone on the longest bus ride EVER and this post is on a computer with a screen with zero contrast. So I basically have no idea what I'm typing, as I cannot read it after it has been typed. Such is life.
I wouldn't normally post this soon after another post but I've scheduled blog time in after last night's wild ride. After I finished the post on the blog, the following things occurred.
1. minibus driver proceeds to pull over on the side of the highway and hand packaged to stranger on a motorcycle
2. Bus stops at a "truck stop" which looked more like a garage sale from the 1980s and then he LEFT. Jess and I are sitting with other passengers and the DRIVER LEAVES. APPARENTLY THIS WAS NORMAL. After stumbling to ask in Thai for someone that spoke english, I was informed that the driver was getting petrol for the truck. WHO EVER HEARD FOR A TRUCK STOP WITH NO GAS?? Needless to say, he eventually came back.
3. Driver stops in front of random restaurant type stands to pick up more passengers
4. We figured out how to get from island to island in a bus. DUH! a ferry. three of them. which were sketchy.
5. When we arrive, we ask the bus driver to drop us at our hotel because he was dropping EVERYONE ELSE off at their destination. All of a sudden, he pretends not to understand english. Great.
6. Jess and I coerce a "taxi" driver and his friend who drove a stick shift pick up to drive us to our hotel. Of course they had no idea how to get there and we had no idea we were going on a path NOT made for cars. Finally after our impromptu hour long safari through a National Park and five deserted villages later< i was able to get someone from the hotel on the phone (thank G for blackberry!) They talked to the driver who continued to giggle as Jess and I shrieked in the back seat. We began to sing. Jess said that people sing when they are nervous. It MUST be true. We sang Michael Jackson (RIP) and some other gems. When we arrived, the lovely hotel manager brought us some pineapple juice and to the cutest bungalow. Apparently all we had to do was call him one day in advance and he would've picked us up. WOOPS.
Anyway, we had delicious dinner and our room is very cute. Moral of the story? Is there some sick twisted gray hair producing lesson here? All is well that ends well. I guess.
love and miss.