After the wife of the hostel owner tried to talk us to death, we clambered into the back of a truck which escorted us to a minibus. We were going straight from…
Author: S Kavanagh
DAY 11. Life of Pai
‘Fuck me that filled a hole,’ said some British guy sitting behind me in the Mexican café. I could see what he meant. My bacon, scrambled egg and black bean burrito was…
DAY 10. The Rush of Triumph
I awoke to the sound of a hundred roosters. Soft light crept through the wooden walls of the hostel and a magnificent view awaited on the outside balcony. But I was tired…
DAY 9. The First Fracture
‘I’m fine with the plan, I’m okay with the plan, we’re fine with it… I’m happy with the plan!’ Another argument has broken out. This time in Café De Siam. Caligula does…
DAY 8. Calling Bullshit
Caesar and Caligula told me it was a creepy place. Completely over-the-top. In your face. A bit weird. They were outside and inside. All over the walls, in the toilets and by…
DAY 7. Doing myself dirty
It was pretty magical when I first saw the elephants coming towards me. But I went from feeling full of wonder to feeling very fucking intimidated when one of them stomped towards…
DAY 6. Compatriots of the Moat House
I did not expect this day to end with me riding an e-scooter on the roads of Chiang Mai. I’ve been meaning to put myself in uncomfortable situations, but not this quickly….
DAY 5. The Monks of Wat Suan Dok
I was plastered to the bed. The Romans were trying to rouse me. I told them to go on without me and they did. I fell back into a nightmare in which…
DAY 4. Walking Dead in Chiang Mai
Propped up on my pillow, I watched the sunrise from the train window. It was after 5am and I’d given up trying to get to sleep. Too many thoughts whirled around my…
DAY 3. Fleeing Bangkok
We all knew we were leaving Bangkok today. A 14-hour journey to the North of Thailand reared its ugly head before us. Still jet-lagged from the 12-hour flight, I was absolutely dreading…
