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.

If all the hotels are full, why Koh Lanta seems like a ghost town?

  
    
    
    
In the end, that’s exactly what I was searching for and we are both really happy to put our two big backpacks in a bungalow which looks like a doll house. Promiscuity doesn’t scare us and even if the bed is small and usually rented for one person, we are both backpackers and a sixty centimeters wide mattress is large enough for both of us.

Operation sunbathing and chillswim in the clear waters before saying goodbye to the sun at the adorable monkey Bar.