It has been my dream for years to become a diver. I have ever since I can remember wanted to be able to swim along with the fish like a mermaid for longer than my lungs can hold a breath. To truly stay under there, loose myself to the beauty and the diversity, the alien world that hides beneath the waves.
   When we booked our flights to Thailand it was my one and only thing I cared for. I wanted to get it done straight away, but circumstances played up and it took until the very end of the journey, two months of travelling, until I finally made it happen. It is the best thing I have ever done. I dont even care that I haven't done it sooner, I am just so happy to finally be able to call myself a certified open water diver.

After asking around with friends and fellow travellers we were clear that Koh Tao in Thailand was the absolute best place to do it. It's the second cheapest place in the world, has some of the best dive sites and a lot of very reputational dive centres. Simon, a friend of James that we are travelling with did his with Sairee Cottage Diving and this is the one we chose as well. They are a little bit more expensive than other dive centres but they have one of the best reputations. Their instructors are all outstanding, their facilities hold high standards as well as their equipment and the lay out of their course.  They never take groups bigger than 6 students which ensures that everybody get the attention and help they need.
The owner doesn't care as much for how many students they go through, as the quality of the course and the centre. So me and James payed 11 000 baht each (~£250 or ~2 800 sek). This includes 1 pool dive, 4 ocean dives, all the equipment needed and course material. Since we were two people living together in a room we also got 5 nights of accomodation in our own bungalow with private bathroom and toilet. We were the only two people in our group and our instructor was amazing. We went through the course super fast and felt comfortable and confident the whole time, from our first breath under water to going down to 18 meters in the ocean.

It is a feeling that is hard to describe. It doesnt compare to anything else. The closest I can think of is snorkelling, but even that is nothing like actual diving. The fish think we are one of them and come right up to us. Not scared, not defensive, if anything just curious. It is a feeling of complete relaxation. All you can hear is the bubbles from your breathing,  the fish eating corals and the occasional boat driving past somewhere above you. Everything is peaceful, you move in slow motion, notice colours, shapes and aquatic life you never seen before. To be part of this world for as long as 45 minutes is beyond amazing. nothing that can be described, only experienced.

We are both sold on out new hobby and are currently debating whether to pay for the advanced open water course or stick to fun dives for the rest of the trip. The advanced open water includes more skill training, five adventure dives where two of them, the deep dive and the navigation dive is mandatory. We can also choose between a wreck dive, night dive, a bouyancy dive, nitrox dive, multilevel and computer dive, fish identification, photography and diver propulsion vehicle. This course would take two days and cost another 9000 baht. Or we could simply do a deep dive to 30 meters which would allow us to go down to that depth everywhere elss in the world and spend the rest of the time doing fun dives. The main reason we would go ahead with the advanced cours would be to further extend our skills and get the certification. Only a few dive sites in the world would require an advanced OW and to be honest,I have no idea when I will be able to go diving again. Doing any further training I will come back here because of the price and the athmosphere. Maybe one day even become a dive master. To do that you need to have an advanced OW and then be a rescue diver. All up the cost for these certifications would come to 44 000 baht (£1500, 15 000 SEK) and would include 2 months of accomodation, over 100 dives and all the equipment youd need. A great option for who ever wants to escape the normal life for a while and just enjoy diving in paradise.

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They say that when you try heroin the first time, you feel more euphoric than ever. And effortlessly you start chasing that high and the addiction is a fact. You will never feel better than you did that first hit but that doesn't stop you. It is the best you have ever felt. Why wouldn't you want to feel that again?

I have never tried heroin. I have no ambition to do so either. I have been told that along with all other drugs it is very dangerous and I kinda like to be in control of my own life and to, you know, live. So with only documentaries and education to base my heroin experience on I would like to compare that with my travelling addiction. But instead of harming substances my addiction comes from moments. Moments of perfection. The times you sit down with company you feel completely safe and comfortable with. A place far from stress and obligations, with a view that makes your mind wander. A stillness around you and inside you that makes you feel like there is no time but here and now. There is no pain. No stress. No suffering. No dramas. No must do's. No time to catch. Its just right here, right now. It is perfect. You start noticing things you never noticed before. The sounds around you. The smells. All the details in your view. The life around you. Even the little things become meaningful and important. From the little birds in the sky to the little ants on the ground. It is so complex, yet so simple. So far beyond what we can ever understand. The miracle of being. Your problems become distant and unimportant. You feel peace. You are calm. You are happy with the very things that are around you. These moments are to rare for us all. What else matters? Life is to beautiful to be missed. 

Do you need to go to the other side of the world to experience these moments? Not at all. The world is so diverse. There is so much beauty, in so many different forms. The feeling is different everywhere you go. All things combined, the language spoken around you, the people, the smells, the food, the sounds and the views. There is beauty in your backyard and there is beauty on the other side of the fence. The difference is that when you  exist in a place for only a short moment you cherish that moment more. You see it clearer, you notice more details. Because you know you are only there for a brief moment you appreciate it more. The beauty in your backyard becomes normal and you take it for granted.  But when you travel you learn that nothing last forever. You dont take anything for granted because you experience separation much more often. Become aware of this and you will enjoy life to a greater extend. Because everything that surrounds you, your friends, your family, your pets, your house, the music you love, the food you enjoy will one day no longer be in your life. So live here. Live now. And don't regret anything you didn't do.



I can not think of anyone who hasn't told me that they love Koh Tao. This little island on the east coast of Thailand is in fact the very favourite place in the whole country to many of my friends. And that is a tough spot to earn. And what can I say after my initial boarding? - I agree.

The word of this paradise has spread and thanks to that the island has exploded with construction in the last year. There are now an endless array or hostels, hotels and resorts and many of the once secluded beaches are now charging an entrance fee for the visitors. Sometimes up to 100 Baht!
I have not been here before and have therefor nothing to compare with. But I do find it a little dissapointing that it has gone so commercialised. I was expecting a quiet place with some diving schools and some beach front bungalows, but was greeted with an inferno of taxi drivers literarily blocking my way off the pier as I disembarked the ferry. There are roughly 80 diving schools and an endless amount of options for accomodation. Restaurants, shops, massages, bike rentals, anything you need is never more than a few minutes away. And it is busy. So busy! After the full moon party on Koh Phangan many tourists make their way over here to continue the party or to go diving. Give it a couple of days though and everything should be peaceful again.

I met up with James after having spent about a week apart. We had gone to different places to meet up with friends. At first I found it very scary to see how we would both feel about being on our own. We have spend so many years of travelling together. Would we want to meet up again? Would one of us feel better without the other one? I was excited and nervous at the same time when I got off the boat in Koh Tao. But the second I saw his blurry siluett against the bright sun, I knew that this was exactly where I wanted to be and he was the one I wanted to be with.

James had arrived with his friend Simon, a good friend of his from Denmark. He has been all around Thailand many times and after we had checked in to our hotel, we got on our scooter and started exploring.

The first beach we went to was Tanote Bay. To get there you had to decline a basically vertical hill, so the scooters were left on the top. The view was amazing. Crystal clear waters, not too many people and when you got in the water, the colourful fish came right up to you so close you could almost touch then. But be wary that some actually come up and nibble you if you have scabs on your body, a lesson James and Simon quickly learned.

Just a few meters out was a massive rock that me and James decided to climb. As we bravely swam out towards it I started to notice how the fish got larger and larger in size. Even without goggles I could make out parrot fish and a few others. Just as I pointed this out to James, I got attacked.

Something came shooting out of a cave and bit my thigh. I freaked out! I had no idea what sort of monsters were hiding out there. As I started screaming and flapping in the water like a crazy person, completely loosing my skills to float and swim I stirred up a massive stim of little silvery fish just next to us. Thinking that the apocalypse was upon us James tried to save me up on a shellinfested rock. But I had no time to get rescued. In the least graceful way possible, with the most uncordinated face of fear, I splashed my way back to the safe zone. As I was going to show my horrified friends the damage on my leg, it turned out to not be visible at all. Simon reassured me that it was nothing but a Trigger fish that was protecting its territory. Nothing harmful, they only nibble you with their massive, pouty mouths. Koh Tao is apparently the only place in the world where they charge at all so lucky me, getting to add to the statistics!

To continue the day we went off to chill on a few other beaches, leaving a few unexplored due to the entry fee that I call bullshit. Maybe it would be worth it, a lot of the free beaches are a little bit ruined by all the boat traffic and the muddy sand. But yeah, the entry fee is the equivalent to a meal or a massive smoothie, so it's a no.

Instead me and James went off doing what we do best - getting lost. Somehow we always find the coolest places when we go off by our own, having the most memorable and amazing experiences. So we went down the main road and drove until it ended. Decided that we'd go up a side road up the hill to see what was to be found, hoping for a mean look out on the top.

Halfway up the once again vertical road we saw a man with a gun. He was looking a bit out of the ordinary, aiming randomly out over the bay. I asked him if he was hunting tourists and he said yes. I hope that was a language barrier...

Up we went until the road was to run down, steep and unaccessible due to the fallen trees. We parked up and started walking.

And then the road stopped. No where to go. Just us in the bush with a stock to defend ourselves from spiders and snakes.

So we went to turn around and go back to the beach to catch the sunset. And thats when we found the remains of a tiny little track. We followed it in to the jungle, worrying that our mojo had abanded us. Thats when we found it. A run down, broken and old little deck overlooking the bay and the sunset. We stayed here for hours, admiring the view and enjoying the secludeness. I doubt that anybody has been there for years!

As the sun started to set we heard the jungle coming to life. Two little squirrels were curious and circled around us, making sure we were not up to no good.

The show that followed was to good to capture on film. But hey, give it a go, see what you think.

The night continued in a traditional manner, getting drunk on buckets and enjoying fire shows by the beach and the casual swim in the waves. This is the best way I could have started my time in Koh Tao.



Cambodia is one of my favorite countries. I don't really know what it is about it but the second we crossed the border in our rusty old bus I thought the nature changed, the colors got more vibrant and I somehow felt more at home. I have been here once before and I loved it just as much then. As the sun starts to set, there is a glow in the sky that makes the green grass, palm trees and bushes shift in a tint that is absolutely magical. Contrasted against the ponds and rivers I can't help but to do nothing but admire the landscape as we are bumping past it. Maybe it is because the history of Cambodia is constantly in the back of my mind. The contrast of the beauty of its people and the horror many of them survived. I know that in the midst of the dense jungle are hundreds of hidden massgraves. Nobody knows how many landmines are still luring under the leaves, ready to detonate if someone steps off the beaten track. The consequences of Pol Pots regime is very visible all over the country. The victims that survived is everybody over the age of 39 and they are eveywhere. Many are fighting for a better life, and many are beggers unable to execute a job or run a stand at the market after they suffered the loss of their arms or legs, or both. Nobody I have met is villing to talk about what happened. Maybe because the memories are to painful. Maybe because they feel like justice never was brought to them. To be honest, I didn't know anything about what happened here until I was to travel to Cambodia myself. Pol Pot was a name I had come across but for some reason I thought he was an opera singer. That is as far from the truth as you can come.

In 1975 Cambodia was weak, beaten by a civil war and had suffered many bombings from the Vietnam War. In April, Pol Pot and his Khmer Rouge took over the power. His first move was to enter all the cities in the country. For the first three hours of soldiers walking down the streets, the Cambodian people thought the civil war was over and they finally had peace. Then the chaos started.

Everybody was driven out of the cities, in to the country side. Pol Pot had a vision of Cambodia becoming a great communistic agricultural society. He wanted the rice production to tripple and so enslaved his own people. Anyone who was a threat to his vision was executed. This was everyone with association with the former government, anyone who had an education and anyone who looked intelligent (wore glasses). To ensure nobody was to take revenge on him, he had the whole family killed of that one person he concidered a threat. He reasoned that if youre gonna remove the grass, you gotta get it up with the root. And that it is better to kill an innocent by mistake, than to let a potential enemy live.

Pol Pot lost his power as the Vietnamese, who was once his allies, took over the control of Cambodia after he had gone a bit paranoid and bombed them thinking they were about to attack him themselves. He was driven back into the jungle where his gerilla army once was born and at that time, in 1979, he had killed a quarter of the Cambodian population. 2-3 million people. One in every four. They had died from torture, starvation, sicknesses, thirst or plain execution. Many bodies have still not been found. There was an estimated 300 killing fields spread across the country and many massgraves are still not found or not reachable due to the landmines surrounding them.

As the world learned what happened there was still no trial for Pol Pot. He came back to power shortly after the Vietnamese had left again and was in the government for another 20 years. In 1997 he was put in house arrest and died there in 1998 aged 73, after 2 marriges and having seen his grand children grow up. He lived a good life. There was no justice to the genocide he led. Today, the Khmer Rouge does not resist but the people who were once members are still around. Cambodias current leader is a former Khmer Rouge and the new election was last week. Bwfore the election, he told the people that if he was not re-elected there would be another war. And guess what? He won.

There is a lot of corruption in the country. People are being killed right and left for whatever reason the military or government finds appropriate. I dont know why the world is doing nothing but observe. But this is real and it is happening now.

It is not the safest country to explore. But it mostly comes down to common sense. If you are a man or a woman, dont go in a tuk tuk alone at night. Don't walk alone at night. Or down dodgy red light districts. Dont leave your bags unattended and hold on to your belongings. Stay safe and you will be fine. Because despite all the negatives, the common people are lovely. They are friendly and helpful and absolutely adorable. I would recommend this country to anyone who wants to learn about its history, explore the temples around Angkor Wat, the floating village, the jungle adventures, beach life and unique parties. It a country full of contrasts and diversity.



Laos has been great. Really amazing country! So beautiful with the lush greenery, mountains and the rivers. Flying in to Luang Prabang is definetly up fighting with Queenstown and Wellington for the most sceniq airports. Absolutely stunning! People are nice too but I did find that a lot of them didn't understand English which is fine, but I was not too impressed when they instead of showing that they didn't understand, started waving me away. Like someone chasing a stray dog away from a restaurant. Or just stared at me with big blunt eyes, saying nothing. Not even smiling. Just staring until I got uncomfortable enough to walk away and ask someone else for a fruit shake or a pad thai or whatever I was on the hunt for. Apart from that, they are generally lovely.

After about a week of enjoying the waterfalls, tubing, food and nature we decided we had had enough and wanted to see something new. Next stop was Cambodia, but on the way there me and James decided to stop in 4000 Islands, a group of islands in the Mekong river just on the border of Laos and Cambodia.

We chose this for a few reasons;
1) Flying was not an option. Way to expensive.

2) The other way would be by train or bus to Bangkok and since we didn't particularly fancy it that much the first time around, so why go there again?

3) Bus all the way to Siem Reap would just be too many hours for one ride. 22 hours to be exact.

Not having heard much about 4000 Islands I cant say our expectations were high. We got to our final stop and got a taxi boat out to the most accomodated island, Don Det, and we were initially quite impressed. It's pretty small and very cosy, quiet and it feels like a travel back in time. The locals are fishermen, farmers and owners of restaurants, hostels or bungalows. There is nothing to do more than to chill or pay a fortune ($25) for a day of kayaking out to a waterfall with a chance to see fresh water dolphibs. There is no ATM on the island so we were lucky to have just enough money to last us the day we were there. Getting cash out from the local businessess offering the service came with a 6% service charge so that's something worth trying to avoid.

We rented push bikes here and enjoyed the views, the steaming hot weather and the lack of air con in our room. As the sun was about to set, we set off to chase the famous view of the sky at dusk. We were on the east side of the island and unfortunately we misjudged the time it took to bike all the way down to the south end and missed it. Nothing to hang our heads for though,we got a good exercise out of it and settled on a bridge to enjoy the stillness and the quietness with only the Mekong under our feet and a few stars above our heads to watch us.

Biking back was easier than I expected. The moon light lit up the track that led us home, going next to the river the whole time. As it got darker and darker, the only way of guidance was the contrast from the yellow sand on the path to the dark vegetation and the glimmering water next to it.

As we came to a bit with thick bush next to us, we both stopped suddenly. At first I thought it was a bunch of flashlights in the distance,or something reflecting the light of the moon more than anything else around. But as my eyes focused enough I thought I had walked into a real life fairy land. There were hundreds of blinking lights flying around in the bush. Some blinking fast, some a bit less frequent. I don't really know more than that it was some sort of flies and to be honest, I am not really keen to investigate any further. It looked magical. Pitch black darkness, everything absolutely still and quiet and hundreds of tiny little lights flying around you. I could have stayed there all night, just watching the show. It was so beautiful I didn't ever want to leave. I have seen glow worms before, they are also very beautiful with their blue light shining in the darkest of caves. But this was different, it felt more alive. And the fact that we just came across it by chance, not payed a tourguide to lead the way to the show, made it all so much more genuine.

This was probably my highlight of 4000 Islands. It was a good place to stop to break up the travel to Cambodia and it is a unique place. Surrounded by water on a tiny island with nothing to do, you can't help but to just enjoy the moment and relax.

The locals out on a show for a reason I still don't know. We saw a lot of groups of maybe 5-10 people playing drums and singing as they walked through the village. All groups had one man dressed up like a woman - horrible wigs, bras, illfitting dresses and questionable make up. These men were pissed as vowbiys and come could hardly walk straight. They stopped at every second bar to get the poor bastard even messier and god knows how the night ended for them. It was going for the whole day and they all seemed in a jolly mood celebrating something. We asked a local what the fuss was about and she simply replied "bonfire". Feeling not so much enlightened by that, we just settled to enjoy the show assuming thatnit was some sort of woman-cekebration/worship going on.



Sleepingbus. Hands down my favourite way of travelling after having a car. It is super cozy, you can see so much more of the country you're travelling through, its cheap, it's less of a hassle than flying and did I mention it is SUPER COZY?

At least that was what I thought until last night. As it turns out, there are different quality on these sleeping buses.

Our first one was between Vientiane and Pakse in Laos. The journey started at 8pm and finished 10 hours later. Both me and James were highly dissapointed that the trip has taken 2 hours less than expected. Its not that you sleep like a baby because to be fair, it ain't all that comfortable. The drivers tent to act out a fantasy of being a real life Mario Cart driver, and more often than not you wake up briefly to the feeling of the bus hooning around tight corners and flying over bumps in the not-always-very smooth road, before you decide to ignore the anxious little voice in your head that says it might be safer to fly and fall back to sleep. No, I think that I loved the sleeping bus so much because it was different. It was fun. It was is a way taking me back to my childhood dreams of laying in the trunk of the car instead of always sit in that boring seat until your ass starts to hurt. And  the swaying was tucking you to sleep. I dont know, it was just  the best way of travelling I had done. Optimists as we are, we thought that all sleeping buses in the whole world would be just as great as that one. So when we decided to leave Siem Reap in Cambodia to go down south to Sihanoukville we were so excited to see that the sleeping bus only costed us $15 each and would last for 12 hours!

Judge our disappointment when we borded our new bus, only to realise that it was the buses equivalent to drinking soda water when you expect Sprite. It's not very nice. This bus was old. Had probably roamed the roads on this earth longer than I have. And it didn't have any cool blue lights, no fluffy pillows or even anything to close the bunks off from the ones one the other side of the isle. It was not a double decker, but they had manage to fit just as many or maybe even more spots in it thanks to their torturous design. There was a top row and a bottom row of seats. Not beds. It was long seats which were angled in 45° from "the hips" and up, letting my feet be placed under my fellow passengers shoulder blades. Having that said, you know there is no way of changing the angle of this seat. It was also made out if some leather looking material that after years of use and abuse had cracked. The sharp edges were poking our bodies and what part of us that was not being exposed to that got sticky stuck to the leathery seat. There was no aircon, though I had the great pleasure of laying on a pipe covered with some plastic protection with very sharp corners. The pipe was leaking too, but not enough to stop the airflow from the ventilation by our heads. This didn't cool us down as much as it gave us a touch of a cold though. There was two seats on each side on the isle. Well, four if you think of the top and bottom row. And between each seat was an awkward armrest made of steel. Not big enough to separate two stragers ending up next to eachother, but definetly enough to ensure us to not have any use of the space that would have been if it weren't there. There was no window on our bottom row and because of the top bunks and the ugly red leather walls and ceiling I felt just as if I was laying in a coffin. Very uncomfortable, very tight and juat very very shit in every way. I have nothing good to say about that bus ride more than that it came to an unexpected end at 1:30am. We did then change buses, something we had not been informed about but once we crawled out of the rolling coffin and got in our new ride my very cranky face shone up into a relieved smile. We got to end our final six hours in a beautiful bus with bunks long enough for me and almost for James too to stretch out in. They were not equipped with any seats, just one mattess on each side of the isle, on top and bottom bunks which all were eqipped with curtains, two pillows, blankets, charging points and there was wifi on the bus. Heaven.

Not only is my faith in sleeping buses restored, I have also learned a lesson for life - compare companies. This shit happens but there might be ways of avoiding it in the future. A girl next to us said that she had been on a sleeping bus in Vietnam that didn't have selected seats in the tickets and got over booked, so the people getting on last had to sleep in the isle. So I guess that until that happens, I should be grateful.for the amenities I am given



The expression "chasing waterfalls" is probably one of the most overused phrases when sharing photos of a picturesque drop of water, cascading down a ridge. It is catchy, I have used it myself a couple of times. It just summs you discoveries in to simple words.

I love waterfalls. They are probably the highlights of my hikings, wven the goal with some treks I have done. The best ones are magestic and I can spend hours watching those powerfull streams break up into tiny little beads before they disappear in the mist at the bottom. It looks so dangerous, so intriguing, so compelling. No matter the size or shape, a waterfall always has a magical sense to it.

During my travels I have come across some breathtaking waterfalls in iconic places like New Zealand, Australia, Indonesia and Hawaii. They are all incomparable, all outstanding in their own way. But the waterfalls we came across in Laos is different.

Not only because of the surrounding beauty, it was the amount of levels it had. Whe we first spotted Kuang Si, I was stoked. But the path kept going and we kept following it, and around every corner my jaw dropped a little bit more.

We followed a path winding up in the jungle. It was a steep ascend, we were basically climbing for maybe 15 min until we reached the top of the fall. It was a gentle little stream with fresh, clear, cold water bravely making its way over the vertical edge to freefall into the multiple levels of pools making up the Kuang Si waterfall. It was an astonishing view from the top as well. So quiet and peaceful, nobody else but us had made their way up there. We walked along the bamboo path layed out for us to not soak our feet. But the curiousity took over and I waded up the the edge to get a proper look at the scenery. - It was beautiful.



Vang Vieng is a beautiful little town located by a peaceful river, surrounded by impressive mountains covered in greenery. It is not big or crowded and if I thought Luang Prabang was quiet, this was a whole other level. Much as in our previous stay the locals speak hardly any English which is quite strange if you ask me, concidering it is the tourism that has built the town into a world known attraction.

Backpackers from all over the world has for many years flooded Vang Vieng for one reason - the tubing.
What is tubing? -Basically, you get a tuk tuk up to the river, you make yourself comfortable in the inner tube of a tractor tire and you float down the stream. As you go past a bar you either get a rope thrown out to you and you haul yourself in to the bar or you simply steer there yourself. Up till 2012, there was a lot of illegal bars along this 2-3 hour journey, offering everything from harmless alcohol to opium and mushrooms in different forms. Combine this party mode with rope swings and flying foxes in to the river and hundreds of backpackers every week, you get yourself a recipi for a disaster. A lot of people died. In 2011, 27 people lost their lives and the pressure from the grieving countries finally made the Laos government sharpen the regulations associated with the tubing. They shot down almost all the bars and instead of mushy shakes and naughty opium, they are getting is excited with buckets and cheap beers. The tour we did only had two bars that our group stopped at, and though we didnt get fucked up on drugs, we still had a really good time jumping off trampolines, flying foxed and playing volleyball and getting dry by a fire.

As I have pointed out before, we have just entered the wet season and there has not been a day without rain since we came to Laos. On the day of our tubing, it was pissing down so hard I was pretty keen to give it a pass. Not because its wet, you'll be soaked in the tube regardless of the weather, but I didn't want to get hypothermia and catch a cold! I consulted Google in the matter and was strongly adviced not to do it on a rainy day for that very reason. Luckily, the weather got better by the afternoon and we all decided to go ahead.

It was one of the best things I've done here, the whole concept is just brilliant! We met some really cool people and a unique view of the scenic landscapes. And yeah, nobody died. That was great! And as far as the weather conditions go, it started raining a bit after our first bar stop and it did get a bit colder than it was before. I didnt really mind it myself, but as a few of our fellow tubers came up to me with very concerned faces asking me how I was feeling (my lips were beautifully blue, kind of shifting in the colours of the lagoons in Thailand), I suppose some people might want to keep that in mind that it is preferred to do it on a not-rainy day.



We hadn't really planned on going to Krabi, but the best way of getting back to Bangkok from where we were was to fly from that airport. That's why we had to spend one night on Krabi main land, a place we had no expectations on. I have heard so much about Krabi, it is one of the places people tend to always visit when going to Thailand. Therefor I thought that Krabi Town was a top notch place to visit for shopping, party and a crazy beach. After consulting google in the matter, it turns out I couldn't be more mistaken. Krabi Town is a small, local place. No beach, not much party, not much anything really but a cheap and quiet place to visit if you want to get up close with locals and away from the touristy parts surrounding the town. Apparently, when people say they went to Krabi they refer to Krabi Province, and then mainly the islands in the region. Realising this just in time for booking our accomodation we quickly changed our desired destination to Ao Nang, a town 30 min from the ferry with a beautiful beach and a lot of food and shopping. Basically designed for tourists. And yes, I have said before I left for Asia that I want to discover the more authentic places around and not just hang around the all inclusive areas. But guess what, I was excited to enter Ao Nang! It is pretty, it is not busy in the rainy season but we still have a lot of good weather and it is nice when the locals understand every few words you say to them. Knowing that we were heading to much more undeveloped parts of Asia the next day, we took the opportunity to enjoy the wide range of cheap food options,admire the brautiful lady boys and reject the countless amount of tuk tuk offers and tempting shops.

Ao Nang is amazing. We had such a good time just soaking up the sunrays and taking in the views of the landscape and the relaxed atmosphere.



We spent three nights in Koh Phi Phi, which we found was well enough concidering what there is to do there and where we chose to live. As our initial arrival was spent sorting out how to get to the hotel so we didnt have time to do much more than to get food that night.

The day after, we spend 4 hours on a longboat, snorkeling around the main attractions of Phi Phi. And even though we were back around 2pm we were knackered! The heat, the sun, all the swimming and snorkeling really took a toll on us. (I know, holidaying is a hard life!) We were also acting exceptionally stupid, not applying enough sunscreen during the trip so we are both horribly burned! So obviously, the days we had left was not spend chilling on the beach enjoying the clear waters and the sun. We rather had to do the opposite, marinate ourselves in sunscreen and cover ourself with whatever long sleeved items we could find and stay in the shade. In lack of things to do we decided to do the hike up to the lookout, and as for the rest of the time we just kept trying to avoid the devious sunrays.

As per the map above, our hotel was in Loh Bagau Bay and there is nothing else but a few restaurants, other hotels and resorts and beach up there. All the action takes place around Ton Sai Bay and to get between the two you have to take a taxi boat. The path marked on the map is a mere walking track over a montain top which is a sweaty hour or more trekk up to the lookout and down again. We have just entered the rain season in South East Asia now as well, so on top of hiding from sun we also had to take shelter from the rain. When the time of departure from this island came, we were more than thrilled to see the contours of its mountains grow smaller and smaller in the horizon. Just as it was about to disappear, a monsune storm hit our ferry and we had to run down inside.