We were on a rather mundane errand to pick up our laundry when the American spotted something. We stood on the darkened lane and watched the brightened lanterns drift up, and up, and up into the inky sky.
I had spent months staring at a photo I took on the Thai island of Koh Phag Ngan many (full) moons ago. I had tacked it to the wall of my cubicle and had been letting my mind wander to the soft, sandy beaches of the the island paradise and the feel of the warm sun on my skin as I sat on the porch of my beach-side bungalow, eating pad thai and drinking fruit shakes. Sounds like heaven, right?
There’s a part of Bangkok loaded with backpacking farangs, cheap street food carts, and plenty of opportunities to unload you of the burden of your hard earned Baht. It’s the famous (and infamous) Khao San Road. This place is the centre of the backpacking universe in South East Asia.
Following a few miserable days in KL, we packed our bags and headed for the northern Malaysian state of Penang.
As expected, it’s hot and humid in Singapore. It’s my second visit to the small island nation (well, third if you count three hours spent in Changi waiting for a connecting flight to London). I’d forgotten what this place feels like.
Yesterday, we were caught out in a rather violent storm in Sydney. It was a great experience, watching the storm unleash its fury a little closer than I usually would.