I decided to stay in Koh Tao for my last week in Thailand so I haven’t been able to visit the two other famous islands of the East coast. However, I scheduled a last and ultime stop in Koh Samui to spend the night, before my flight to Indonesia. 

I was expecting a boring and normal day… But like usual, when you have these kind of expectations while traveling, nothing happened like you wanted. And that’s wh you can hate and love travelling at the same time. The repetitive surprises and the fact that you constantly need to pay attention and fight for yourself can be exhausting.

Wet and cold, I arrived in Koh Samui after a day on the boat. I deal the cheapest price to join my hostel with a “local” truck. 

It is usually the easiest part of travelling. You give the addresse to your driver, you give him the money and then you arrive at your hostel few minutes later. Everybody is happy. Everything is smooth. Your day is perfect. All is shining and beautiful. Yepee.

I’ve done this thing thousand times but for my last day in Thailand, things slightly went wrong when  the driver dropped me somewhere on the side of the road, explaining that my hostel was located at the “end of this little road, there, on the left of the main road. 100 bahts. Thank you. Good bye.”

After following the instructions, I realized that for a reason that I still don’t understand, the driver lied and stopped me eight kilometers away from my hostel. I was furious and didn’t wanted to pay for a cab as it would have cost me approximatively the same price I paid already. The only solution: caring my bags and walk… Or give a try with hitch-hiking. Again

Koh Samui is such a big island that you barely feel being surrounded by water. The mentality is different than smaller places where you can expect to be helped by a local or a foreigners as soon as you need it. I was not expecting being picked up straight away so I tried to fake a smile and look as pity as I could. It was not hard, under the sun, my skin was burning and I turned into a sweating tomato after 2 minutes. In my misery, my bag looks really heavy and huge compares to my small one meters sixty centimeters tall body, but in fact, after nearly three month of travel, it’s quite easy for me to carry the twenty-something kilos on my back. But people don’t know that and it might be heart broken to watch a solo girl traveller asking for help in these circumstances… I had my chances! That’s a little thing that I appreciate, being a woman in these kind of situations…
 

A tall tattooed guy stopped next to me and asked me if I needed a ride.

We stared at each other’s and I was suddenly quite hesitant… I’ve learned to stop trusting my brain in these kind of occasions and follow my heart cause the reason is often talking with the fear’s words. the And this time, let’s be honest, my brain could have been judgy. We all know how it is, we are all nurrished by what the tv, the cinema or the newspapers’ stories. A stereotyped situation like this could have been the perfect introduction of an horror movie: a big strong tattooed and shaved guy picking up a small traveller girl on the side of the road on an island in South East Asia…

But my heart focused on the size and the color of the scooter. Come on… It was pink! I jumped in the back of the scooter and realized that Michael was in fact a servant prince who refused to give up until we found my hostel. He dropped me in the front of it and waved me goodbye with not expectations, he even refused some broken cookies that happened being in the bottom of my bag as a gift of gratitude. 

Thank you again Michael! You saved my afternoon, my feet and my mood that day! If you stay positive, something good can happen from a tricky situation… Wait, I keep saying that no? Well it might be right in the end then….