Why did I take myself to South East Asia?
Well, why indeed.
When my partner Alessio kept suggesting it, I tabled it under “things he suggests that we will never do” alongside AirBnbing out our flat, inviting my brother for dinner and reverse cowgirl.
Then one afternoon, frustrated with my job and the absolute state that was the year 2016 I booked it. I was determined to have a better year next year, give myself something to look forward to and something that would get me through the pain of working retail.
After six months of planning, we found ourselves playing pacman on a flight to Oman. As an FYI, Oman is extortionate. It costed us $40 for a taxi and we weren’t even mugged. True daylight robbery.
We landed in Bangkok and took ourselves north to Chiang Mai to gossip and kiki with monks. Somnang made me realise my own spiritual irrelavance.
In Laos we met great people (s/o to the guy who was keen to get drinks with me until he realised I wasn’t a ‘solo female traveller’) and played at the river beaches (s/o to the travel blogger who came for me wearing this “far too revealing outfit”… at the beach)
Forgive me, I left my burkini at home
We spent time in Koh Kut, my trip highlight. Not just for the dirty resort names…
But that riding around a small paradise island on the back of Ale’s motorbike, finding small restaurants, juice shops and abandoned beaches made me happier than I had been in months
In Myanmar I realised this was where my fanbase had been my whole life
Cambodia helped me live my tomb raider fantasy and we spent more time eating and drinking juice on the beach
And then Vietnam, hands down my favourite place for food. And pretending to woke friends back home you’re down for the cause. Virtue signalling is the new activism, ya know?
For more details, head to my travel blog which people are, to my surprise, actually reading.
That’s what I did with my out of office time, 2017. I quit my job for it, so now I’m undergoing the demoralising search for a new job.
Always,
Trash xx
Trashgirl 