So I ventured on to Thailand to finally look into that thing that other call “holiday” or “vacation”: you know, beaches and such. Arrived in Bangkok and the rumors turned out to be true, love it or hate it. I loved it – my commonly applied battle plan to explore new, big cities – aimlessly wandering around the city and trying to get lost – proved to be excellent once again. The choice to couchsurf Bangkok as well – thanks, you beautiful people out there!
Hopes were high for the next stop, the tiny island of Koh Tao. And, well, for a good reason – this place deserves the prefix “paradise”. A turtle-shaped tropical island, scattered with tons of massive granite boulders to jump on and surrounded my world-class (subtract the thousands of other divers, maybe) diving sites (oh, by the way, call me an advanced open water diver from now on – yes, I do get fancy about that). Beat that?
Of course I got suck here and don’t dare to leave just yet. How could I, why should I? Also met up with my two lovely friends, Betty and Manu, which whom I plan to share some adventures from now on. And Christmas – uuh, it promises to be a nice one, considering the constant temperature of 29 degrees and the fact that a Mango Lassie on the beach checks in at about the same price as a bottle of water back home.
So long, and thanks for all the fish.