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.

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Paradise

After spending few days in the same place, you end up doing the same things, going out at the same bar, eating the same things and recognizing the faces around. And that’s just great. I just want to remember that night when we danced on a song by New Order with Cambodian guys in the last empty bar of Koh Rong… 
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