On the 31st of December 2014, one year ago exactly, a Scottish church rang midnight and the bagpipes in the stadium I was standing in began playing the goodbye song. Fireworks were illuminating the sky and my cold smoky breath was blurring the stars behind my partner’s head as I looked up at him. As much as Scotland can be cold on a 31st of December, my heart was burning with love and hope for the new year to come.
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Day: December 31, 2015
Last Day
I left the really nice and arty PaK Up hostel in Krabi, to Koh Lanta.
It’s the last day of the year and all the hostels, guesthouses or hamacs on the beach are full when we arrive on the island. With Alexia, a French girl met in the van, we do a two hours walk in search of a bungalow who will costs us less than an arm to spend the night in.
Koh Lanta however looks calm. Quiet. Empty.