What I instantly liked about Alexia is her little “I don’t give a fuck” attitude about details, her positives thoughts all the time and the fact she was sooo easy going. I mean, should I remind you that we shared the tiniest bed ever for New Year’s Eve in the smallest bungalow on earth, about to collapse, and that we have just met few hours ago? Even if traveling sometimes is about messing up the degrees of intimacy your are sharing with total strangers, I think you need to have guts to trust each other’s like we did, straight away.
Tag: south east asia
Underwater world
That day changed my life…
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En route! Koh Phi Phi
After a massive chill out in Koh Lanta, Alexia and I were ready for a bit more of actions in our travel. Changing plans were not a problem. All we had to do is to find a nice place to stay few days.
My travel buddy had in view Koh Phi Phi for snorkeling. I had Koh Phi Phi in view for the reputed jungle walk and maybe a little bit for the night life also…
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Lak, happy man
On the way, we stopped in the jungle and hired a guide to see a cave known as the “tiger cave”. Lak, explained that few years ago a tiger was still living here and showed us some formations in the rock which was an hypothetical proof of the presence of the feline…
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Island Riders
It is time…
Time to take the little bit of courage that I have in my hands and finally rent a scooter.
Krabi
It’s nearly the end of the year and after landing in Bangkok, I’ve never been so unsure about which path to follow.
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Monks
A stop in a Monastery. Not the most famous one but the more authentic and the cheaper (free is cheap no?).
You have to know that in Myanmar you have to be a monk twice in your life. Once before you reach 20 years old as an apprentice, and another time after that to be ordered as a Monk.
Some men decide to be monks after being married so you’ll see often daddy taking care of their sons or daughters while wearing the orange or purple costume.
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Yangon, you little punk city
I’m still amazed how you can still be lost and desoriented on the first day in a new country, even after traveling for two month. As soon as you cross a border, it’s like a new fresh start.
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Surprise!
Tap tap on my shoulder.
“Hi! You remember me?”
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A new start
Goodbye aren’t easy in general. On the road, you don’t have anytime to build a facade or to work on what you want to show or not. You are just truly, simply yourself. Everything is raw, big, intense. You can spend two hours with somebody and remember that all your life.
Travis and I have been traveling together for about ten days and in the end, what are ten days on a scale of an entire life or compares to the length of my trip?