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When I woke up I already felt it’s going to be complex day. I decided to go to the immigration office to report my problem – I got no stamp from the Thai authorities when crossing the border. So with no Thai stamp in my passport, which was not my fault, I got myself into a really bad situation, really bad.
I had a superb pace of 24 km/h all the way to the center, just 5 kilometers from Myanmar. There I tried to explain them what happened, but only one of them was speaking English. The more I tried to tell them I need help and this is serious the more they were talking to each other and laughed back at me. I became really nervous and said that this is not even close to being funny, and they better do something because I am in big trouble otherwise. The only English speaking person there said if I continue my journey to Bangkok I will definitely go to jail. So I asked him what is the best option. There were no good or bad choices. I could only do one thing. He said I must go back to the border Malaysia-Thailand, and try to fix the problem there. And under no circumstances I mustn’t cycle back, because if someone stops me along the way and checks my passport, I’ll go straight to jail. Also he warned me that there is no guarantee I’ll make it through. They could easily imprison me, because this is a standard procedure in Thailand if you don’t have the stamp in your passport. OH GREAT! So my only option is to go back 800 kilometers, hoping to fix this thing, but I could get arrested and thrown to jail, no questions asked. WOW! Terrible news, had to be dealt with. First I had to find someone to take me back to the Malaysian border. Luckily I found a guy with a car big enough to fit my bike in. He offered to drive me in exchange for 250 Euros.
Because I had no choice, I took his offer and went with him. I had a 12hour bumpy ride to the border, just terrible. In my mind I was somehow ready to go to jail, but at the same I was hoping for the best. I know someone is watching and looking after me.