On my entry to Thailand, I go straight to Koh Chang. A touristy island off Thai/Cambodian shore. I have to re-connect with Patrick, to share our experiences and thoughts, to have him interview me on camera, and finish the website. The place where he said he would be waiting for me has no trace of him, while the rest of the island makes me sick with its touristy charms. It is hard to believe my dear fellow traveler Patrick is somewhere on this crazy island. I can't wait to get out of here.
March 8th, I wasted a whole day on the island, checking into three guesthouses and cancelling, until finally find Patrick, who comes and rescues me from the zoo of tourists, and takes me to where he's been actually staying(why i didn't get that information is another story). So here I am, I was almost giving up on Koh Chang and thought that i would never come back. Now watching the sunset from a secluded tip of Khlong Phrao beach, finally I feel relaxed.
Patrick's friend Veronique, a French vanilla princess has already spoken to these Thai hippie owners of the place while I was being rescued from the other side of the island, and booked for me the largest bungalow they have (which they gave me for a standard price of small one) and organized a concert gig that night. My bungalow wall says "Good place, good price, good food, good friend, good music, good morning, how are you tomorrow?"
First evening at Thale's bungalows. Daniel, Patrick, Veronique and me.
And this is from the last evening (March 10th) there with Patrick and Veronique.
Morning of March 11th, before i leave the island. Originally i started this rice farm tour with one large backpack. Now my guitar and small backpack -both from Siem Reap, all look seasoned and have gone so far.
March 8th, I wasted a whole day on the island, checking into three guesthouses and cancelling, until finally find Patrick, who comes and rescues me from the zoo of tourists, and takes me to where he's been actually staying(why i didn't get that information is another story). So here I am, I was almost giving up on Koh Chang and thought that i would never come back. Now watching the sunset from a secluded tip of Khlong Phrao beach, finally I feel relaxed.
Patrick's friend Veronique, a French vanilla princess has already spoken to these Thai hippie owners of the place while I was being rescued from the other side of the island, and booked for me the largest bungalow they have (which they gave me for a standard price of small one) and organized a concert gig that night. My bungalow wall says "Good place, good price, good food, good friend, good music, good morning, how are you tomorrow?"
First evening at Thale's bungalows. Daniel, Patrick, Veronique and me.
And this is from the last evening (March 10th) there with Patrick and Veronique.
Morning of March 11th, before i leave the island. Originally i started this rice farm tour with one large backpack. Now my guitar and small backpack -both from Siem Reap, all look seasoned and have gone so far.
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