Okay so I couldn’t resist the urge to name this blogpost as such. Krabi wasn’t so bad, but it definitely wasn’t the most memorable part of my trip. 

So my original plan was to stay in Koh Samui for a while and enjoy some beach life, then go to Khao Sok national park, which was supposed to be breathtaking and a highlight of many peoples’ trip. But the weather had been so bad and I had heard some mixed stories about the excursion in Khao Sok; seemingly it was quite weather dependent and could be quite a miserable experience when conditions where unfavourable. Goin off into the jungle hoping to see wild elephants and swim in waterfalls and kayak down rivers, spending the rest of the time on an uncovered boat and sleeping in the floating village didn’t seem as fun if the rain would be pouring down. Shame, but better to save my money and time- maybe I’ll be able to return someday, if I’m lucky.

I cut my trip short, skipping Khao Sok and going to Krabi for a couple of nights and then fly from there to Phnom Penh, hoping for better weather. The hostel I had booked in Krabi was pretty cheap but had good ratings, it was 5 euro instead of 4 euro for a private room instead of a dorm so I thought I’d take it. I had read something about a lack of windows but I didn’t realise how suffocating the place would feel. I literally had a room about 4 square metres, with a matras on the floor and a tiny space that fitted my bag only standing up. Really weird vibes, thin walls so I could hear the person next to me consume an unhealthy amount of violent films (pretty sure he went through multiple World Wars and 3 zombie apocalypses) without any windows, even when you left the tiny space for sleeping. It goes without saying that I was feeling very ready to leave Thailand at this point. 

The one day I had in Krabi, it was raining again so I didn’t see the point in doing any of the boat excursions to the west coast of Thailand. Instead I walked around a bit, did some journaling, visited the local art museum and consumed an ungracious amount of potato twisters at the night food market. Nobody told me they had moved the Mona Lisa- though I don’t think they told anybody because I was the only one there; much more pleasant than Paris!