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.
I am currently stuck on Koh Samui without power. We’re in our fourth day of it, and I am using what is remaining of our bonus 2 hour generator time
It feels as though we’re on an episode of Survivor.
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.
We have only a handful of days left in the apartment, and in the city, and I feel the ticking of time with each passing day. I have a mountain of stuff to discard, and I was quickly disheartened and overwhelmed. I thought about burying my head under the pillows and enjoying the weekend, but we just got right to it.
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