Forgive me father for I have sinned. It´s been three months since my last confession. Last time we spoke we said 2012, now we write 2013. I finished up my business in Bali and got my backpack ready for new adventures, first stop Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. Again I´ve waited too long to update my blog, so in this post I´ll cover no more than seven countries. I´ve done the ´tour de Asia´, the same as everyone else does. Malaysia, Thailand, Cambodia, Vietnam, Laos, Myanmar and the Philippines. Then again, there´s a reason why it´s so popular. These are my tales from the Amazing Race through South East Asia.
Kuala Lumpur is an interesting city, with something to offer. Still, you can cover most in a day or two. First up was of course the petronia towers. Looking up the walls picturing Catherine Zeta Jones in a cat suit. Alone worth the trip 😉 Also the menara tower is worth a visit. 300 meters high. Can’t beat that view, not even from the towers. The nightlife is pumping as well, and the shopping is great. A developed capital that I enjoyed, but only for a short time.
When I went to the Menara tower, I was queued with some local kids to take the elevator up. And they are all giggling and pointing. Then when we reach the top they came over, one-by-one, to take a picture of me. Apparently they don´t have a lot of gingers on close to 190cm down here. Not sure what I felt more, being a celeb or being a freak show. It was fun anyway.
After two days in KL I got on a plane to Kota Bahru. The hub for trips to the Perhentian islands. I caught a taxi from the airport, and an hour later I was on a boat. A magnificent view cruising out. Green sea, tiny islands, cliffs, deserted beaches. Plain beauty! After travelling for a few hours I arrived at one of the beaches. Jumped off and started walking around to find accomodation. Easier said than done. Because it was monsoon season, most places were closed. After straddling around for an hour, back and forth, I found a place. Finally. My body temperature was closing in on 40, and I was dehydrated, with the sweat running like rivers down my body. I just wanted to get changed and jump in the water. I checked in, got the key, put my board shorts on, and was about to head out when the guy that offered me the room came back. ´Sorry, sorry, no can stay.´ ´What?? I just got the key, I´m in the room, I even paid, there are people in the next room, why can´t I stay?´. ´Sorry, sorry, we closed.´. ´You closed? Wtf, you can´t be closed because I´m talking to you, and you checked me in, and I´m in my room, what do you mean closed?`. ´Sorry, sorry, the boss go home, no can stay. We close´. ´Men i hælve……., for fxxx sake?`. ´Sorry, sorry. So sorry, ok?. So sorry, ok.´ So he wasn´t allowed to handle money or something, and as the boss had left home, this was at four pm, I couldn´t keep the room. First and last time I experience that, hopefully. Anyway, it ended up being a blessing in disguise as I found a much better room at the resort for less money. Weird experience anyway.
The Perhentian islands are a jewel off the north east coast in Malaysia. I chose to go here in the monsoon season, so I could have the island by my self. It´s risky, but it has its perks. This is the long beach at 1pm: As chilled as it comes. Me on a magic island, a white sand beach and no one else:
The area is incredible. Great white beaches, amazing snorkelling, perfect weather and quiet. Peace of mind. It had been raining 24/7 for two weeks before I came, and then I had five days of sun. I got some good karma going now apparently 🙂 After checking in, and having a swim, I went to the restaurant to eat. Suddenly I saw an ant on my table. I tried to squash it with my ketchup botle, but I only hurt it significantly. It couldn’t move from the spot, but kept crawling around. I was about to finish it off when I vitnessed a truly amazing thing. Another ant came across, and started investigating the injured one. It tried to straighten his legs so it could get up, but it didn’t help. He tried for a while, and when he realized his mate couldn’t walk by himself, he lifted him up and carried him away. This was an ant. With a brain the size of tiny freckle, and still it´s able to show more humanity than a lot of us. Incredible!
After relaxing on the beach in Malaysia for a few days, I was tranquil and mellow, ready to take on the city of angels, No, not Los Angeles, but Bangkok. Bangkok is a special place, in all ways. Colorful, noisy, vibrant, fascinating, dirty, fun, more or less anything but relaxed. As I was fully charged and ready to rumble, I left my bag at the hotel and went straight out. I needed to see what this city was all about. I found my place just down the street. A pavement restaurant. Lights in all colors framing the streets, signs and buildings, everything in none matching colors. Love it! People everywhere, tuktuks and motos. I ordered a penang curry and a Singha. A lot of tourists every where, from every where. The guys at the next table were Asian, but I couldn’t make out from where. They kept burping loudly during the meal though. I know it’s a cultural thing, but it’s hard getting used to. I tried myself, loud, and then all people looked at me weird. It’s apparently a difference here I didn’t get! After a few hours by myself my ex-girlfriend, and good friend, Henriette joined me. She´d been in Myanmar for work, and had a few days to spare at the end. Lovely to see a familiar face again, and to be able to talk about other things than travel and digestion for a change. Instead of staying in Bangkok we jumped on a plane for Koh Samui on the South East coast. We spent a week on the beach doing nothing, and it was great. That said, Koh Samui is a good spot for the next season of ´Charterfeber´. Can someone give the energy bomb from Fredrikstad, with the 80´s haircut a ring? People everywhere, bars trying to outplay each other, and drunk people standing with water to their waist, drinking. Like being back on Mallorca. For a few days relaxing on the beach, and you can find more quiet spots, it was fine. The company was better than the beach though. It was a good week with a lot of sun, shopping, massages and great Thai Food. If nothing else, Thailand has excellent food. And Henriette introduced me to Mango Stickyrice. It´s so tasty, highly addictive. You better give it a try if you´re in the area.
Streetfood Bangkok style
And then there´s the ladyboys.
What´s up with that? Honestly, how big can that market be? Extremely strange, or are just the rest of the world surpressed by tabus? My theory is that the fysical differences between guys and girls are smaller here, because of the size and shapes of people, which might trigger something. Or it’s a cultural thing. Or maybe that’s just ignorant of me, but I find it very weird. Are ladyboys attracted to other ladyboys? Or is it guys? Or girls? I just can’t understand it. They apparently want to look like girls, for the most part that is. Is it because that’s what they like? Also as they keep their manhood, I guess it’s because they want to use it. Or is it because they want to attract straight guys, because they try to copy what girls do? But what happens when the light is out and suddenly there’s an unknown passenger, a blind passenger if you will, onboard? What happens then? Or say they want to attract gay men. But are gay men attracted to well hung girls? Wouldn’t think so, but then again what do I know. I think that they only attract other shemales, and then a few unconventional males and females, that has a bi attraction, and are confused, or are just extremely alternative. At least they won’t have to make up their mind. The conclusion is in any effect, they are limiting the field for a possible match, and making it hard for themselves. They are also doomed to get in to a lot of uncomfortable situations, as long as they don’t carry a big sign with a penis and an arrow pointing to the formentioned area. The well know phenomen of drunk guys with beer goggles would lead to a few misunderstandings I reckon. I see myself as a business savy person, but I just can’t understand neither the supply or the demand, or why it’s so big here in South East Asia compared to the rest of the world. Maybe I’m just narrow minded. In the end everyone have to choose their own destiny, so I’m not hating. I’ll just stay ignorant, and realize that some things are not ment to be understood by everyone.
Back in Bangkok I had to plan my next step. I would either start in Cambodia and end up in in Myanmar, or do the other way around. Because I´m bad at planning my travels I figured that I would start in Cambodia, and then see how much time I had left for Myanmar when I returned. Planning concerned, at least I´m not the worst. I overheard someone at the next table in a restaurant, and they said, quote: ´we are going to see the Angkor Wat, and THEN travel to Cambodia´. By the way, they spoke with a danish accent 😉
You probably have a love or hate relationship with Bangkok. It´s dirty, busy, noisy, crowded, some parts really run down, but it´s got a lot of soul. It´s facinating, and I love it! The diversity in the city is big. On one side of the road it´s only run down buildings with extremely interesting electrical systems, wires going everywhere. And then on the other side of the road you have a massage business, which are massage chairs on the sidewalk, promoting free wifi during your massage. That´s Internet penetration for you! Gotta love it! 🙂
The silence that surround a temple is like no other silences. I don’t know what it is, but it’s like a pressure on your ears/temples, but with no sound. It’s a great experience, and does something to your mind, buddhist or not.
So I said my farewells to Bangkok, and booked my train ticket to Cambodia, and Siem Reap. Getting there was quite the test. First I had to get up at 4am. Get my ass to the train station to get my ticket, and find the train. I was going to Aranya Prathet, and from there with tuktuk to the border. I read up on all the scams at the border, and there have been a few to say the least, but I also noticed that it was supposed to have improved. It´s known as ´scam city´, as the boarder has been run over by Visa scams, and everything else they could husle the tourists with. After 6 hours in the train, in about 35 degrees with nothing but a fan, I had finished 3 liters of water and arrived at my first destination. There were a lot of suitors as we exited the train, and I was prepared for a batle. Surprisingly a tourist police officer met us, and helped us get a tuktuk at the right price. Great. So they actually have changed their ways here. We drove off, and soon arrived at the border. Not at the immigration, but at the scam office. Visa here, visa there, stamp before entering cambodia crutial, you won’t get in, money, money, money. When I refused, loudly, and said that it was no sense in getting my cambodian visa in a random office in Thailand, and asked where they had put the immigration, I was literally thrown out. He didn’t like me telling all the people in the joint that this was a scam. Everyone followed as I left. So then after walking a bit and arriving at the real immigration, everything went smooth. Yes, I did have to pay 100 baht extra for the visa, but I had already calculated that they would take a few bucks for themself. I could have made a riot and challenged the extra ‘tax’, but sometimes you just got to suck it up and pay. A denial of visa, because of 100 baht, just isn’t worth the risk. We took a governmment bus, which is free, to the bus station, and paid 10 us to go to Siem Ream in a minibus. Everything worked perfectly on the Cambodian side, it’s on the Thai side there are issues. I did think I had lost my passport on the bus though, panick stricken after five minutes of desperate search, I found out that I had put it in my stomach belt. That´s what it´s for, but sometimes you just can´t think straight. Not a good feeling, but such a relief when I found it.
Siem Reap is a nice little city, but the reason for travelling there is the Angkor Wat. Massive area of ancient temples. Unbelievable scenerie. Here´s a few pics:
A spider just waiting for his moment as the butterfly has landed
It was good parties in Siem Reap as well. I met up with a mate from my travels there, and me and Ron had a blast. Mao, our driver, took us around the temples. Great few days spent. Suddenly I was on the bus to Phnom Pehn and the killing fields. So in the seventys, 1975 to be exact, the red khmer took power over Cambodia. Pol Pot led the military rebels, that had ideals along side the communists, and Mao in specific. What they did was kill between two and three million of their own people, in five years, of a total population of about eight million. That´s more than a quarter of the population. They went after the schooled and the wealthy, as they were seen as a treath to the regime, and also because they didn´t have the same communist view on how to run a society. They killed them by using tools, like a shovel or something similar, and cracked them on the heads. Bullets were too expensive. The plan was to give the power to the people from the countryside, and kill everyone else. Crazy has no limits, and this is such a tragedy that set it´s mark as one of the worst regimes of all times. Pol Pot actually had a seat in the UN during this time, talking about peace and all the good they did. Hard to phantom today as we know what was going on. Look at the crack on the head of the sculls, which show how they were killed. They were put on lines and knocked on the head one by one, and dropped in to the mass graves. They played very loud music while the executions took place, so the rest of the camp wouldn´t hear the screams, and hence know what was going on.
I went to the shooting range before the killing fields. It was the right move, because I don´t think I could have done it after seeing and hearing about the genocide. Anyway, since I went before, I had fun. A lot of fun.
Vietnam and Saigon, or Ho Chi Minh which is the official name, was next on my list. More war history. I wanted to go to the tunnels from the war, and that was about it. I got there, booked my trip, and early next morning I was on my way to the tunnels. I´m not a big fan of tight spaces, so I wasn´t exactly looking forward to going down in to the tunnels. Ok, so it was tight, way too tight!
At one point I could feel the walls on both my shoulders, while creeping on my knees. It was so dark I couldn´t see anything in front of me. I just had to keep going and hope it didn´t shrink any more further down. I did it, but didn´t like it. Check, and it´s off the list.
After a long day in and around the tunnels we took the boat back to Saigon. Ten minutes down the river a military boat pulled us over. As the guys driving the boat seemed nervous, we all got a bit anxious. Turned out they had a military operation in the river, so we were sent back. Back to the bus. And now this guy with earphones in his ears starts to sing along with the music. That was two long hours back to the city.
The rest of my Vietnam trip was spent in and around Hanoi, one of the noisiest and busiest cities I´ve visited. But still in a charming way. Here are some pictures from Halong Bay and Sapa.
I knew they ate dogs in China, but apparently they do in Vietnam as well. I walked through the market, and suddenly I saw a dead dog chopped to pieces, with the head in the front, eyes open and tounge out, and a for sale sign. I felt bad, but in theory it´s nothing different from the other animals we kill for meat. Just our culture that´s made it different. Anyways, I met this woman while on my a hike. Great choice of clothing. Skirt, long leather jacket, big purse, and lets not forget the high heels. Jeeeezes, people and their ways.
It was weird coming to Laos and Vientiane after Hanoi. It´s a neighboring country, but it´s so quiet. Not much traffic, not a lot of people in the streets, just quiet. On the plane over a munk was taking a photo of the other munks with his ipad. Technology is reaching all layers of society. And here you can see a munk showing a kid how to operate his iPad 🙂
I joined the Stray bus in Vientiane, and was travelling with a group for a week. It was good fun, and luckily my group was amazing. We camped in the ´jungle´, had a homestay where we fed monkeys, swam in rivers, and went to see some big waterfalls and caves. We also celebrated the full moon by sending up hot air balloons/lanterns. And yes, lets not forget the floating disco. Haha, that was very funny. We were five people from the bus, and then there were a hundred locals, on the floating, yepp, floating disco. Good night out that was. Me and Bill finished the Laos trip by riding around on motorbikes for three days on the plateaus near Pakse. Laos is different from it´s neighbors. It´s more rural, quiet, scenic in it´s own way. After rushing around in the busy Thailand, Cambodia and Vietnam, it was really nice relaxing and feeling the calmness of the places and the people.
Rushing through the countries now, and Burma, or Myanmar which is the official name, awaited me after Laos. I didn´t know what to expect, as it´s still a military regime, even though they´ve now been ´elected´. I did find some beautiful places, met some welcoming people, and had some terrible bus rides. When I came to Yangon I went to the hotel restaurant to get some food. I got two tables in front of me, one with five loud drunk local men in their fifties. On the other two young girls in their twenties. After a while I see one of the guys waving over one of the waitors, and talking to him briskly, while gesticulating and pointing to one of the girls. The waitor walks over and talks to the girls, and then walks back. The man sends the guy over again, and he seem to get the number to one of the girls. Now he´s smiling, looking very cocky, and laughing and talking to his friends. Mind you, it´s like two meters between the tables. Finally the man has received the number, and he starts ringing. She´s trying to ignore the calls, but the guy won´t stop. He actually sends the waitor over to ask why she´s not answering. And keeps going. It´s so embarrassing that I just wanted to look away, but still couldn´t. This went on for a while until the girls paid and left. I wanted to laugh and point, but then again I wouldn´t want to spend a night in a Burmese prison. For all I knew they were politicians, which in Myanmar still means rulers of the world. When I paid, I actually got chocolate money in stead of real money, for the coins. First time, and a strange experience. But the chocolate was good at least 😉
My first night, or should I say morning in Yangon was a bit special. I woke up with water in my bed, and all around the room. I actually enjoyed waterbeds when I was little, but I have to have outgrown it. Did not appreciate it as I remember… When I told the reception their answer was ´yes we know, we had a leak last night´. Ok, but you didn´t think about waking me up and tell me water was running all over my room??? Very weird. After putting my stuff to dry I went sightseeing. First up the Shwedagong paya. It was a nice day, so I figured I´d just walk. Not a great move as I didn´t know in which direction it was. I was lost and stopped a taxi to get him to take me there. For the first time in history, asking a taxi driver for direction, he just pointed the direction and said it was 400 meters, with no hassle about taking me. He could have driven me all around town, and I wouldn´t have known he was hassling me. It´s a descriptive image of my experience with the burmese people. Friendly, helpful, respectful and very religious. I met a guy at the pagoda who took me around, showing me what allthe tourists miss. I put holy water on my head, made a praire with him, not knowing what my words/sounds ment, hitting a big bell three times, threw a bill to a Buddha. Supposedly that gave me very good luck. Watch out dublin, the norwegian Buddah is coming to take all your money. He also told me that I was born on a Monday, in the sign of the tiger. One of the Buddahs was also born on a Monday, more good luck. So now I know all this, and today it struck me, I don’t know my blood type. Mom, can you help me out?
Poor guys below:
A fun fact about Burma is that they´ve been driving on the left early on, influenced by the brits. Suddenly the government decided that from one day to the next, they changed it to driving on the right side. At least now people stick to the right side, for most of the time at least. Just think about the confusion and the problems that would create. It also means that you have cars that are built to drive on the left side, and you have cars built to drive on the right side. Taking a taxi, you never know which side to enter.
You see a lot of people around town having smeared something yellow in their face. Like a thick layer of make up that haven’t been rubbed in yet. I thought it was some religiouse thing, what else could it be? My ignorance was yet again proven. I asked my taxi driver, he said sunscreen. How could I miss that, ehh? The bus station in yangon is one of the craziest places this far on my travels. It’s not a normal bus station, in the terms we are used to, but a village within a compound, where everything evolves around the buses. You have hundreds of buses spread out on several streets. No signs, with hundreds of bus companies as well, everything very confusing. You have shops, restaurants, car washes, mechanics, part shops, street sellers, food carts, people playing football, small shacks and houses, and thousands of people. Some travelling, others working and living. Strange but very interesting place. Of course at 6pm the gong-gong goes nuts, and all, I mean ALL buses is leaving at the same time. So you have hundreds of buses trying to get on the same two lane road, and what do you get? Yes, correct, the mother of all traffic jams. It took an hour and a half on the 2k-ish long road to get out of the area to the main road north. It was just to be the beginning. That feeling, when you’ve just started your 15 hour bus ride, and realize that the guy next to you have eaten nothing but cabbage the last week. And then the air con breaks down, and a kid starts screaming…. What happened to my luck dear Buddah?? So what do you do? You start walking. Johhnie walker #thankgodforwhiskey. The bus was freezing, and a monk was saying a praire, loud, for 15 hours. Interesting concept! By far the worst bus ride so far, and Jambles, the shuttles in Central was a first class ticket compared to this one.
´Once in a while,
along the way,
love’s been good to me.
Even though she has gone away,
you won’t hear me complain´
Johnny cash, what a legend.
´If heartake brought fame
In love’s crazy game
I’d be a legend in my time
If they gave gold statuettes
For Tears and regrets
I’d be a legend in my time´
It was a sidetrack, but listening to Johnnie while writing, so I just had to put it in. A true legend.
The financial capital of Burma is Yangon, but it’s actually not the political and official capital. It’s Naypyidaw. The burmese government decided to do like the old kings, build their own city. In 2005 they decided to build a new capital, a new city, from scratch. And so they did. Not a lot of people live there, almost no one, but it has a massive royal palace, six lane roads, and all new houses. Which is empty. This is being built up while the people of Burma is struggling in poverty. It’s like a sick joke, spending that money on a monument which only purpose is to satisfy the leaders, while people are starving. Just an example that the regime of Burma, might be loosening up, but it still is a totalitarian state.
After Yangon I came to Bagan with the bus. A holy place with thousands of small and big temples scattered all over a massive field. We rented a horsecart and he took us around to the best spots. Some incredible views.
I didn´t want to spend to much time in Bagan. I was kind of templed out, so I jumped on the bus to Inle Lake the next day. Just before I got on the bus, I touched the exhaust pipe of a moto. Not very nice I tell you
I spent some days in and around the lake, and had a great time. I walked all around town to find a spot where they showed the Man utd – Man city game. After a long stroll I found the ´tea shop´. The only place in town the match was on. It was me and about forty locals, drinking tea and watching the game. They just looked at me and laughed when I burst out in pure ecstasy, dancing and shouting, as the game progressed to an unbelievable finish, and United victory. A great night, even thoug I wasn´t dressed for the temperature. I, wearing shorts and a t-shirt, they wearing pants and winter coats. It was cold, but the football, and the tea, kept me warm. Inle lake is beautiful, and I find it hard to believe that you´ll find the same kind of scenerie combined with all the small communities and floating villages, anywhere else.
After Inle I bused back to Yangon, freezing for eight hours, but at least not as bad as the last one. My Burma trip was short, but long enough I felt. I saw some great places, but wouldn´t want to spend longer at either of them. I heard the beach area in the south is good, so I might have spent some days there time permitting. Glad I travelled, as this country might develop a lot in the years to come.
So you want to be a backpacker? Here’s the recepy: first you need to get the correct uniform. if you’re not wearing it, you’re not getting in. So what’s the tricks for being accepted as a true traveller in hostels worldwide? First, as a guy you need to let all body hair grow out of control. They’re like the rastafaris in that sense. By the way, that seem to apply for the girls as well, enough said. Second you need to wear a singlet/tube top with a local beer ad. Which one isn’t that important, but if you show up with one with a fancy european brand you’re in trouble before you’ve even started. Nothing but board shorts are accepted, daaah! If it’s a famous brand, it need to be fake. If you’ve got a real one, lie. If you, God forbid, would have to wear pants, wide beige or very colorful linen pants are the only acceptable attire. The only acceptable footwear is of course flip flops, that’s thongs if you’re oz, and jandals if you´re kiwi, but they are only to be used when desperate. Most of the time you should walk around barefoot. That, and take the bible in your hand (That´s backpacking for Lonelyplanet), and you´re off to a golden start. You need to be on a strict budget, and spend a lot of time finding the cheapest accomodation and food. If you find a new spot to save a buck, you’re suddenly the hero of the group, and a proven backpacker. You can’t be seen eating or drinking at a furnished place, sleeping at a place with no rats or bugbeds or shopping anything, except the local beer singlets that is. If you fall for the temptations, you’d be put out in the cold like a howling dog with fleas. No one likes a flashpacker, a fake, a wannabe, he needs to be excluded to protect the identity of the tribe. If you choose a private room, when there are dorm options avaliable, you’re considered borderline, and would have to prove yourself with other sacrifices. Maybe find a place where you can get a meal and a beer for less than a buck. That might be enough to remove any suspicion. You need at least five bracelets on your left arm. They need to look worn and dirty. What they mean is less important. The apperance of supporting a few causes is enough. If you wear a watch you’re queer. In a conversation with your tribesmen there’s a few important pointers. Always talk about where you’ve been and for how long you’ve been out and about, but not about what you’ve seen or experienced. It’s not what you see and experience that matters, only the travelling and the places/countries you go to, and most important the length of your travels. If you can afford to actually do stuff, not only travel, you’re put in the flashpacker category with a snap. Travels and information about the cheapest accomodation and food stalls are the only acceptable topics of conversation, and of course stories about how drunk that $3 bucket of local breewed spirits made you. Follow these guidelines, and you´ll be fine. Word:
Top three things you don’t want to hear while waiting to board your flight: (which one do you think I experienced in Bangkok?) 3. We’re sorry, but your flight is delayed, and we don’t know when we’ll be able to give you a new departure time (while you of course have a tight connection) 2. The flight is delayed because of technical problems with the plane. We’re looking into it (then suddenly boarding the same plane with no more explanation) 1. Your flight is delayed because of yesterdays russian national celebration, which caused the crew to arrive very late. But we’ll shortly be ready for take off. I had the opportunity to have all my ladyboy questions answered at the airport while waiting btw. I saw a western guy, not feminin at all, just a normal guy from the looks of it, cuddling with an asian girl, which clearly was in posession of a little TLC, Tits, Lies and Cock, but I chickened out. So I’m still in total darkness. It was number 2 btw.
I flew down to Phuket to meet Rune, a friend from back home that came down for christmas. Since I arrived a few days early I checked in to Artha Guesthouse, and was greeted by Mally. A superb host, and a full-blooded Manchester united supporter. This just couldn´t go wrong, and it didn´t. Spent a few days there, and had a blast. If you want cheap accomodation with great value while in Phuket, check out Artha. From Phuket we took the ferry to Koh Phi Phi. Party central apparently. Wild nightlife, mediocre beaches, nice little spot, did I say a pumping nightlife? I´d say that would be the main reason to go here, as you´d find better options for other needs elsewhere. We had a great time, and I signed Rune up for a fight at the Reggae bar. Yes, he did win. And yes, I chickened out, ´didn´t feel good´ was my excuse 😉
The rest of the christmas was spent on Koh Lanta, which was a very quiet place. Nice beach and clear water, with lots of couples and families. So we jumped on the speedboat to Koh Lipe, looking for some action. If Lanta was quiet, then Lipe was dead and buried. A very nice little island, with some amazing spots, but very very quiet. We had good fun anyway, Jenga!
So we packed our bags, left the islands, and spent the last couple of days in Bangkok. It was a blessing after a quiet week on the islands, because if it´s something Bangkok isn´t, it´s quiet! I had a great christmas and new-years celebration, even though it was strange being so far away from home, and I missed my family. Thanks Rune for coming down to join my travels, we had a blast! The playboy bell means 100 shots. Big night as you can imagine:
From Thailand, I had a pit stop in the Philippines before changing continent again, and travelling to Australia. My plan was to scuba with the whalesharks, but as the weather was bad down south for my entire stay, I just spent a week on the beach in Boracay. There are worse things to do in life than that I can promise you. It´s touristy, and crowded, but it´s an amazing island, with the best beach I´ve seen so far in Asia, and a lot of things to do. I met some people and enjoyed my stay.
When the week ended I was extremely ready to travel down under. I´ve always wanted to visit Australia, maybe because it´s on the other side of the world, or because of the kengaroos, I don´t know. At least now I will get to find out. I loved Asia, even though the beaches were disappointing, with a few exceptions. The months has just flown by, and suddenly I´m closing in on my due date, the return to reality. At least I´ve got a few weeks of fun ahead of me before I have to go back. When I get back I need to shape up, as my workout routine the last ten months has been to do Diddly-Squats 😉
Off to Oz mate. I like being down under, so this should be good, ba-dong-dong-dysscch! Australian open is next up on the itiniary. Frode, a friend from back home is meeting me in Melbourne. Brewing up to be a fun couple of weeks 😉 Looking forward to seeing Djoko, Federer, Murray, Williams, hearing Sharapova and enjoying Melbourne. And maybe some surfing?
Aussie aussie aussie, oi oi oi!
Take care and have fun, remember, you only live once. And today is the oldest you´ve ever been, and the youngest you`ll ever be. Carpe Diem