It’s nearly the end of the year and after landing in Bangkok, I’ve never been so unsure about which path to follow.

Since the beginning of my trip, I was expecting a sign from the destiny… Like a traveller encouraging me to go in that island in south Thailand more than another one or an apparition in my cup of coffee but after few hours of flight, two local buses in Bangkok to join the Southern Bus Station, I was still confused about which city I wanted to spend the sacred last night of 2015. 

  
The departure board in front of me, all I had to do is to pick a destination and still, after days of reflexion, I didn’t know what I wanted. Koh Lanta? Koh Tao? Koh Chang? 
It was like the feeling of freedom was freezing my ability to take any decisions and having the incredible privilege to decide what I wanted to do and when gave me so option that I ended completely lost.
In the end, like a spoiled child that I was, I decided to play the “pique-nique-douille-c’est-toi-l’andouille” game and my finger stopped on Krabi. Krabi it is then.

  
Krabi was just a stop before heading to Koh Lanta. Nothing exceptional for me except the landscapes around and the night market.
Myanmar food was good and diverse but oily. Fried noodle, fried chicken, fried fish, fried bread… II’ve never found fried coffee but it looks like they would fried anything if they could. The reason was simple (so I’ve heard) and was related to the fast increase of the population number. The street stalls had to keep the food outside for a long time. What’s the easiest way to kill the germs? You get it? Frying things!
After 15 days of oil in my stomach I couldn’t wait to put in my mouth all the healthy and tasty Thai curries, pad Thai and other succulent stuff available. I walked along all the stalls twice just to be sure to fill my nostrils with different perfumes before eating for good. I realized then how this country was developed to tourism delicate tongues compares to Cambodia or Myanmar. I’m sure that the way the dishes were prepared were adapted to the western tourists.
After few days in Myanmar, Thailand looked like the country of comfort and pleasure. The toasties from 7-Eleven, the smooth roads, the little blanket and the Mission Impossible movie covered in Thai in the bus, the warm nights… I felt like home.