A Journal Entry After three sweaty, sleepless nights in Bangkok, we flew down to Phuket, our first real taste of island life. The flight was quick, just over an hour, but it felt like stepping into a completely different Thailand. Where Bangkok was horns, heat, and high-rises, Phuket greeted us with ocean air, palm trees, …
A Journal Entry The journey from Phuket to Koh Phi Phi was our first ferry experience of the trip, and it started with a near-death laugh. Our taxi driver spent most of the journey watching a film on his tablet, eyes flicking between the road and the screen. When he realised we were English, he …
A Journal Entry Another ferry, another stretch of turquoise sea, and somehow, full 5G signal in the middle of nowhere. I still can’t get a text through at home half the time, but there I was, watching videos in the middle of the Andaman Sea. Only in Thailand. By now, we’d found our rhythm: pack, …
A Journal Entry After weeks of movement, ferries, hostels, hangovers, I was craving something slower. Koh Tao promised exactly that: small, relaxed, a diver’s paradise. So my mate and I decided to split for a few days. I wanted to get a dive in before we headed to the next island; he opted for a …
A Journal Entry After the calm and comfort of Koh Tao, it was time for chaos again. A short ferry ride later, we arrived on Koh Pha-Ngan, home to the legendary Full Moon Party. For many travellers, this is the night of their trip, the one they talk about for years. For us, it was …
A Journal Entry Leaving Koh Pha-Ngan felt like leaving a fever dream, all flashing lights, fire shows, and hangovers. Nut, our ever-smiling host, waved us off and drove us to the pier himself. Another ferry ride later, we were on Koh Samui, the final stop of our Thailand journey. From the moment we arrived, it …
A Journal Entry When I think back on Thailand, I don’t think of one single moment, I think of the feeling. The heat hitting you as you step out of the airport in Bangkok. The smell of street food smoke mixing with humidity. The sound of motorbikes, laughter, and someone yelling “tuk-tuk!” before you’ve even …
A Journal Entry After nearly 16 hours of travel, London to Qatar to Bangkok, we landed in early June, exhausted and running on fumes. We’d promised ourselves a nice hotel for the first night to reset before diving into the madness. Stepping out of the airport into the thick, humid air, it hit us instantly: …
