I wake up early and drive my scooter for what it seems like an eternity. The sun was slowly rising when I turn left at the round about with the giant God Statue, the gigantic and beautiful Archer Patung Arjuna. By the little amount of honking in the street, it was clear that the only people awoke were going to work.
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Impossible to be in Ubud and not think about Elizabeth Gilbert, the writer of the best seller and autobiographic novel “Eat, Pray, Love”. Continue reading
Back home, there is few things that really annoy me. People pushing me in a crowded place and not apologizing. Being late and people who are late. Even if I must admit being late at all my meetings. It’s in my genes, I can’t fight it, it’s my Latin blood! I hate cold espresso, bicycling under the rain and also tomato sauce stain on a white blouse. Let’s not talk about guys in the street asking if I want to grab a drink with them. No. I don’t want to know you. I’m busy and you are scary. Leave. Me. Alone. Please.
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“They are here! You are lucky guys!” Said my rasta diver instructor on the boat.
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Old Man’s + Pretty Poison = Terrible Hangover.
But eh. You are travelling, you are still young and you have a new mate. So you wake up, drink a lot of water and you shake the fog around to feel better and do something with your life. Actually, you don’t shake it too much, your liver will never forgive you too much energy right now.
After an epic journey from Ijen Volcano to Denpasar in Bali, Alberto and I were absolutely exhausted. Waking up at 1am, hiking in the condition I explained in the last article for more than 8 hours, taking the van, the boat and a public bus was like living the longest day of my life. And it was not over yet.
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.
That day changed my life…
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It is time…
Time to take the little bit of courage that I have in my hands and finally rent a scooter.
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.
The Wanderlust Queens Project 