It’s self-perpetuating; the farther I go, the further I want to go.
Ah, to be on the road again. Granted, it was only going to be for 2 weeks, but I had so much . . . well . . . un-planned to do during that time. It had been 4 months since I finished the training course and had been placed in my teaching job in Bangkok. And, while I had done a few odd weekend trips here and there, it’s just not the same as hopping city to city on whimsy.
The hardest part to decide with the unlimited freedom this sort of travel allows is what path to take. An unlimited number of places to go and even more than that to see. But, again, I only had 2 weeks this time before I had to return to work.
But, why make a decision on a path like that when nature provides a path for you? A friend I met 3 years before on Mackinac Island, Trang, was from Hanoi and would be graduating soon from a university in Singapore. So, taking her up on her longstanding offer to show me around Singapore should I ever turn up on that/this side of the world, I aimed my compass toward the south.
And, being the oft-ironic orb that she is, Earth had already laid out a curved path for me to take there: the Malay Peninsula. Or as it is casually known sometimes, the Elephant’s Trunk.
So, hopping off the bus with a fully loaded travel backpack in Hua Hin once more, a convenient starting point for traversing down the peninsula, I checked into the Memory Guest House for 100 baht per night.
The plans were as open as the road ahead, and I only had 3 places I needed to be in that time period. The first: Koh Pha Ngan, as one of the legendary Full Moon Parties would be happening just as I passed by. I wasn’t about to pass up that experience.
After that, I had only to be in Singapore to see Trang at some point, and then to be back in Bangkok in time to return to work. And luckily, Singapore is probably the easiest place in the world to fly to Bangkok from.
Three countries, three obligations, 4000 kilometers, and two open weeks down the Elephant’s Trunk.