How to travel, by someone who hasn’t worn a backpack in 8 years.

I thought bringing a backpack would make everything more exciting. I mean I thought about doing the whole ‘backpacking’ thing with a suitcase, but everyone looked at me, shook their heads and raised their hands to the sky. Maybe I would have had less trouble at Heathrow, when I turned up in my (really, really adorable) dungarees from Republic and wedges from River Island and told them I was going travelling. Yeah, I’m new to this ok…? So anyway, I learnt from day one that apparently travelling in 6 inch platform wedges isn’t the most practical thing to do. My balance is really thrown though when I don’t wear heels, and lumbering a big backpack on my back and one on my front (yeah I did look super cool) didn’t help my situation.

I did however make it to the taxi along with the girls, which then drove us to the ferry port. AND, I survived sleeping in the jungle in a hut made of woven palm leaves (even if I did wake up both nights after a dream that someone had slashed the walls to get to us.)

We untied the ropes and waved our white hankies to the island…

(or something along those lines anyway)

It was goodbye to Koh Phangan

 

 

The sun was still making its way up into its blue nest

so you could forgive Harrie,

and most of the people on board, for needing a morning siesta.

 We chugged off on our travels to the mainland.

 

 

 

 Polly and I dangled our feet over the warm churning waters and talked all the way, while Harrie stayed  curled up with her head on my lap fast asleep.

Soon enough we could say ‘Land Ahoy!!’

 

The sign made me laugh…

We made sure we didn’t leave any of our belongings after that.

After a particularly interesting drive across the mainland in an even more interesting coach (There was no air-con, spiders webs lined the roof, paint peeled off the walls, the windows shook, oh and the floor kept shifting until it wasn’t much of a floor but a hatch to the road below) we arrived at another ferry port to take us to our next stop.

I think the heat started to get to the girls’ heads along the way, as they both became engrossed in books about Thailand.

 

The journey was long but I wasn’t bored for a second, filling the time with sunbathing, people watching and counting the flying fish I saw leaping out of the water. The water itself was flat as a pancake, completely calm and like nothing I’d ever seen before. Eventually, a small piece of land started to get larger in the distance and we were nearly there.

 

 

 

 

None of us knew what to expect, we’d only heard stories of people falling in love with the island. I hadn’t expected to fall under the same spell too.

 

 

Welcome to Koh Phi Phi travellers.

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