For days, I've been hearing covers. Does Thailand have more expensive music licenses than the Western world? Charlie Puth, Ed Sheeran, Adele - if it's popular, they play a cover. You can't go a day without hearing Ed Sheeran.
Fun fact: my new Thai phone knows when I write Ed that the next word should be Sheeran.
So I survived Full Moon Party. My phone didn't. Alcohol, rain, sea water; whatever it was a bag of rice could not salvage it. So two days later on Koh Tao I bought the cheapest Thai phone and now I'm back in the game.
Koh Tao was a good mix of fun and chilled. My first night there I went drinking with a whole bunch of 19 year olds. It's not easy to party like I used to. I'm still recovering.
I did my day diving course and can honestly say I don't want to do it again any time soon. People told me doing a PADI would give me more time to adjust but everything hurt. The mask, the weights, my chest from the oxygen. Give me a glass bottomed boat anytime, I can see the fish from there. And I got stung by an anenome.
I sailed back to Samui for one night and stayed at a lovely hostel. Then in the morning I caught my flight to Chiang Mai. This country just gets hotter I swear. Staying a bit out of the city but the hostel is great and they are super friendly.
In Koh Tao I was feeling a bit adrift. But once I started booking things I felt more, well, tethered. I've got Laos and Cambodia planned out, assuming I get in. I've got 5 weeks to kill til Vietnam and 2 and a half months to exist without Whatsapp and PayPal and half a dozen other things that want my phone number to work.
Today, I treated myself (it is Sam's birthday after all) to a bungy jump. The moment I saw there was one here I couldn't resist. How could I? I've sky dived and scuba dived and nothing beats diving off a ledge into oblivion. It's cathartic, like horror movies: I do the action I am so desperate to do on my darkest days, and it thrills me, exhilarates me. I was so excited before, and sad when it was over. The blood vessels above my eyes burst so I'm reminded of it when I look in the mirror.
And I finished the day at an outside restaurant listening to a Thai guy playing guitar and singing American tunes. His version of Knocking on heavens door waavery Axl Rose. (Again, my phone knew which Axl I was talking about)
I'm chilled out. But I won't hesitate to plan and organise. Hesitating about what I was going to so paralysed me. Keep on swimming.
P. S he made me cry when he did The Calling's Wherever You Will Go.
P. P. S then he did Wonderwall and Don't look back in anger. Dude made my day. I had my lighter out swaying.
Fun fact: my new Thai phone knows when I write Ed that the next word should be Sheeran.
So I survived Full Moon Party. My phone didn't. Alcohol, rain, sea water; whatever it was a bag of rice could not salvage it. So two days later on Koh Tao I bought the cheapest Thai phone and now I'm back in the game.
Koh Tao was a good mix of fun and chilled. My first night there I went drinking with a whole bunch of 19 year olds. It's not easy to party like I used to. I'm still recovering.
I did my day diving course and can honestly say I don't want to do it again any time soon. People told me doing a PADI would give me more time to adjust but everything hurt. The mask, the weights, my chest from the oxygen. Give me a glass bottomed boat anytime, I can see the fish from there. And I got stung by an anenome.
I sailed back to Samui for one night and stayed at a lovely hostel. Then in the morning I caught my flight to Chiang Mai. This country just gets hotter I swear. Staying a bit out of the city but the hostel is great and they are super friendly.
In Koh Tao I was feeling a bit adrift. But once I started booking things I felt more, well, tethered. I've got Laos and Cambodia planned out, assuming I get in. I've got 5 weeks to kill til Vietnam and 2 and a half months to exist without Whatsapp and PayPal and half a dozen other things that want my phone number to work.
Today, I treated myself (it is Sam's birthday after all) to a bungy jump. The moment I saw there was one here I couldn't resist. How could I? I've sky dived and scuba dived and nothing beats diving off a ledge into oblivion. It's cathartic, like horror movies: I do the action I am so desperate to do on my darkest days, and it thrills me, exhilarates me. I was so excited before, and sad when it was over. The blood vessels above my eyes burst so I'm reminded of it when I look in the mirror.
And I finished the day at an outside restaurant listening to a Thai guy playing guitar and singing American tunes. His version of Knocking on heavens door waavery Axl Rose. (Again, my phone knew which Axl I was talking about)
I'm chilled out. But I won't hesitate to plan and organise. Hesitating about what I was going to so paralysed me. Keep on swimming.
P. S he made me cry when he did The Calling's Wherever You Will Go.
P. P. S then he did Wonderwall and Don't look back in anger. Dude made my day. I had my lighter out swaying.
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