This morning, my backyard was a precious beach off the North Eastern Coast of Thailand. We’d left Bangkok late the day before and decided to pitch a tent around sun down. That call placed us in this unknown destination, which turned out to be our favourite pseudo camping spot yet.
As we wearily rolled our Rover onto the sand, the unexpected sound of singing filled the air. It appeared a jovial group of Thais were engaged in a drunken karaoke session. They were belting out the lyrics to “My Heart Will Go On” in their Thai-English accents. It was enough to send us over the edge and into fits of laughter. It’d been a long day.
The next morning, we woke to the soothing sound of the waves. We had a quick bath in the warm ocean, as the local kids curiously watched on. After a lazy start to the day, we finally hit the road again and made our way towards the Cambodian border followed byPhnom Penh.
Over the course of the day, we whizzed past a some spectacular sites. I was like a kid on her first road trip – glued to the car window, eyes wide open. Floating fishing villages were proudly on display, with vibrant colours giving their communities a beautiful energy. Entire families were working the land alongside water buffalos. It was all new to me. Exciting to watch.
I wondered what Phnom Penh was going to be like. Let’s just say it was a shock to the system!