Sanur is what the real Bali feels like, relatively speaking. Shrines, statues, and the smells of burning incense and clove cigarettes, made me feel like I was back in Indonesia. The smells of stale beer, sweaty foreigners, and horseshit on Gili Trawangan, is not Indonesia. If it wasn’t for the
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I know that Dancing Queen by Abba is still a multi-universal favourite, but there have been at least three new musical hits since 1976 that everyone can sing along to. The same tired songs come at you from all directions. I’ll bet the playlists on Gili T haven’t changed in
Read more: No Woman No Cry (Indonesia Travel Diary #9)
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I took my friend to the Muay Thai place on Phi Phi. The battles between the professionals are fierce, but their main sales-pitch is to get people from the crowd to volunteer. I thought I would never get this unique and scary opportunity again, so I asked a stranger if
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Khao Sok National Park covers an area of 739 km². The Park is the largest area of virgin forest in southern Thailand and is a remnant of rain forest which is older and more diverse than the Amazon rain forest (Wikipedia, 2023). You can hire a guide for 1500 Bhat
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I believe it’s important to document the shittier parts of long-term travel, to remind oneself that it’s not always fun. If there is one thing that I miss, it’s bathing. I was therefore delighted to find an airport hotel online that featured a big bathtub, as well as a lovely-looking
Read more: A Shit on the Pavement (Thailand Diary #23)
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At the bustling Chiang Mai Night Market, everything suddenly went quiet. Garlic stopped frying as flames got turned off, and the Muay Thai tournament went on pause. It was the first moment of silence for the King that I had experienced. It must have lasted a full minute, after-which suspended
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My final night in Thailand included a stop at my favourite live music bar where I met the F*ck Daddys and some other rival gangs. One called out “Somchai!” when he recognised me! Our chat wasn’t entirely comprehensible, but I basically told them how cool I thought they were and
Read more: I’m a F*ck Daddy! (Thailand Travel Diary #29)
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