I was two thirds of the way through my “trip of a life time”. I had been sleeping on couches, floors, and the occasional hotel bed for the past 8 months. I had scuttled all across the globe and was ready for the next chapter of my adventure. I was leaving behind the gateway to the East, Istanbul. I gave my back pack and 70% of my meager travel possessions and clothes to a friend on route back to Australia. I no longer needed them, because my next destination was one of my favourite places in the world, Thailand. And waiting there was one of my favourite people in the world, Jeremi.
As soon as I arrived in Bangkok, my senses were assaulted by the familiar mixture of what the city dishes up in excess. The humidity, the sweet aromas of food and the traffic fumes competing for the same space. But what I felt most was the energy and excitement the pulsating city washing over me, reinvigorating my weary bones. I took in city and quickly made tracks. I didn’t have much time. I had a list of supplies I needed for my impending trip out to the Burma border and I had a bus to catch. My stomach churned with nervous excitement, I was heading to a part of the country I have never seen before. The idea of uncharted territory provided my imagination no end of material. Jeremi was already there and had told me tales of its charm. My destination, the beautiful Sangkhlaburi.