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This is the name of the strangest little Thai city I ever visited. Rose Inn, where the Thailand Authority of Tourism booked me a room, had no address anywhere on the internet. After an one hour search all over the town, I stopped at a cafe to ask for directions. Rose Inn is behind it. Following my instinct more than the directions I got, I found the inn but not the City Hall. I kept searching it for two days out of ambition, and there was no sign of it.
Note : Rose Inn is a lovely bungalow resort on the outskirts. En suite bathroom, hot water, spacious bed, minibar. Internet also, but you have to pay extra. T here are three tourist attractions in Satun. The House of the Spirits, the old buildings on Wanicha Road and the local museum. The trick is in finding them. Never mind the signs, they will not take you anywhere close to where they say they do.
I managed to find two out of three most probably the museum is part of the same parallel universe as the City Hall. Permission to report. The House of the Spirits. What do you think about when you hear such a name? About a house with spirits, right? That is exactly the thought that — excuse me — haunted me. Forget about it. Stephen King or Lovecraft would not write two words on a napkin about this place. The House of the Spirits is a pavilion surrounded by wired fence, placed in the courtyard of a Buddhist monastery.
A memorial, at best. Nothing spooky. Wanicha Road starts from the main street, turns by Mambang mosque across the street from a sensual massage parlor and melts into the secondary street.
Could not be easier, nor more complicated. The old buildings which I came to visit are old, indeed, but not so old as to warrant tourists interest. They seem to be built in the 20th century and never renovated since. Similar to the blocks of flats built by Ceausescu in Bucharest.