Of course, you know have the worst of luck with transportation in Thailand, and at some point while we were waiting in line at immigration to cross over to Thailand, I wondered aloud to Andrew "What do you think will happen this time?" It didn't take long to find out.
When we found a taxi stand, we repeated multiple times to the man making arrangements and to the taxi driver, "We're going to Buri-Ram. You understand? You understand?" Obviously, not - despite the fact they said, "Ok! Buri-Ram. No problem" Thirty minutes into our drive, our driver got a call on his cell phone, telling him to turn around and bring us back to the border. We had been put in the taxi to Bangkok.
So, after driving back to the border and paying more money, we finally were headed in the right direction.
As you can see, Grandpa Ken was thrilled to see us.