Thailand tales

How do I even try to sum up two amazing weeks of travelling into one blog post? Thailand was every bit as beautiful as the travel guides suggest and coming back to the rainy reality of London has been hard.

Getting on the plane at Gatwick, the enormity of experiencing the unknown without a certain reassuring presence by my side hit me hard. Nearly a month later, I don’t know why I didn’t go sooner; finding my lost independence in the 6000-mile journey to the other side of the world.

Bangkok was overwhelmingly frantic. From the shopping mall to Koh San road at night, after two days I was ready for the welcomed break of the sleeper train. Behind the walls of the Wat Pho temple, I found time to reflect, meditate and receive my fortune; ‘you are left behind, do not worry and be patient in your recovery’.

Reaching Khao Sok I was blown away by the beauty of the picture perfect National Park. Despite the sunburn we all soon regretted, the boat trip around the park was utterly breathtaking and swimming in the blue waters of the lake truly unforgettable.

After waking up in a tree house in the rainforest, a bus ride and a ferry took us to Koh Samui, where we spent two days lying by the beach and eating endless Thai green curries. Moving on to the even more beautiful Koh Tao, we practised yoga on the sand at sunset, snorkelled with schools of fish and lost our minds drinking Thai buckets.

Leaving blonder, slightly browner and with a nose piercing I don’t really remember, the next adventure awaits as I prepare for Vietnam.

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