We earned our backpacker spurs our first time around in Bangkok by flopping down in some real holes. We were grateful for them too. On our first night in the city, in 2003, we arrived and experienced our first and only night of real homelessness on that trip.
Prasongsook Hostel was chosen by huff as our place to stay in Ubon Ratchathani. It turned out to be the optimal stomping off distance from the bus station in the direction that promised the most light and life. Not too far that one of us would collapse from exhaustion under the weight of our baggage, but not too near that we couldn’t calm down and resume being civilised to each other.
Our decision to stay here was largely based on price but Green Garden turned out to be a delight, and for much more than its low cost.
We first found this place four years ago via Lonely Planet. The book mentioned a mynah bird but if it has been neglected as much as the hotel it is surely dead now. We didn't see evidence of it but then we did only stay overnight.
Down a lane, off a quiet road, but still close to the old town, Leena's is good value even without the dog in a dress. More than we paid here will only buy a dorm bed in guest houses nearer the river.
We love the Frog, but it was other critters that tested our fondness this time around. The Jolly Frog is an old favourite of ours but we are not blind to its faults. Having stayed here now three times in 14 years we know both what we like about this place and what we hate. And I mean hate. I hate its main problem with a visceral loathing but still come down in favour of staying here whenever we are in Kanchanaburi. Having said that, this time we did cast a glad eye at other potentials to see what else we could have won.
We stayed at this place because our go to Kanchanaburi abode the Jolly Frog was full. Our songthaew driver had told us this while we were sitting in the back of his truck waiting for more fares, and made two attempts to take us to the Sugar Kane instead, but we assumed he was fibbing and insisted once he lowered his fare to our satisfaction that he take us to the Frog. Damn. The Jolly Frog was full. And there goes our ride.
After being castigated for walking into the first place I found and paying over our budget at the disappointing Sri Bumphen Plus, Deirdre resolved straight away to show me the error of my ways. I might point out here that, sure, she paid less but only tried one place too, walking around the corner to the Malaysia and negotiated the 500thb rate down to 450thb if we stayed three nights and didn't go mad with the aircon, plus a 200 thb key deposit.
Sri Bumphen Plus was our first choice for where to stay on arrival in Bangkok after our flights but we decided against once we realised we were unlikely to make their 9pm check in time. This turned out to be a good decision both because we wouldn't have made it on time and because we - mostly me - were largely unsatisfied with our stay here.
We booked two nights with Airy Resort, paying 630thb for an ensuite double per night, and got plenty of use out of the room as we slept pretty much for most of our stay, screwing up our body clocks so much we twice paid for an extra night to further acclimatise. Travelling has never hit us so hard before. Perhaps we are getting too old for this?