I remember searching for the border crossing on a hot afternoon, walking and walking while asking my companion to ask the locals for the location of the border crossing. This wasn't the same border crossing I'd been to before.
Having followed several sets of directions and getting nowhere and midly frustrated in the heat, I wondered if I'd got it all wrong and I was on a wild goose chase of some sort. Repeatedly asking her to ask for the big border, we had to be fairly close to it, still nothing.
Then after sitting in a shaded restaurant with a cool drink, I asked her again to ask someone for the border, the big border!- In the end I didn't know whether to laugh or cry as the penny finally dropped for her... She thought I'd been asking her to ask people for the big Buddha - FFS!
Having cleared up that minor confusion, the next person she asked immediately pointed down the road and a few corners later we were there, after more than an hour or faffing about in the afternoon heat. The were no signs in English anywhere but the crossing was substantial and I couldn't believe she didn't put two and two together and relaise that was the reason why we were there. It was funny later, but not at the time.
Within minutes I'd left the Kingdom and was walking the half kilometer of no-mans land between Thailand and Malaysia. She sat in Thailand at a drink's stall and waited for me. I stamped into Malaysia, did one lap of a roundabout while I smoked a cigarette and then left. The border guard looked at me like I'm some wierdo farang as I slid my passport across the counter on my way back out.