Image: "Wrecked" ... get it? Shut up, I'm funny
OK that post with the slightly depressing title really shouldn't keep on sitting on top. It was never meant as a big feature and does not really tell you anything about my voyage (which I'm sure is what most people coming here are actually interested in).
So, prepare for another recap post because I once again have crossed the threshold of too many small things floating around that I originally planned to write about but then didn't get around to give it a proper edit.
But I've been really busy, you know. Lying in bed ...
Ahh so I spent some time in Krabi, enjoying myself. For two days/one night I went to the beach nearby (Ao Nang) and it was once again a bit touristy for my taste. But still quite enjoyable for a short time.
Image: Monkeys on the streets of Ao Nang.
But then it reality hit me. Having struggled with a hernia for a few years now it shouldn't have been surprising that backpacking for a few weeks can really take a toll on ones back. Duh. So there I was in Krabi, inhabiting a wonderful bungalow (see photo) with a wonderfully low price tag and some not so wonderful critters inhabiting the walls and roof. My back was hurting more and more and also prolonged exposure to ear plugs has pushed back some of my earwax so far back into my ears that I was basically deaf on one ear. If that wasn't enough, my visa was also about to expire.
So one day, February 9th, I just got into the next bus to Surat Thani to take a night train back to Bangkok. I actually have an interesting anecdote from that train ride. First class wagon with a cockroach on the wall and a barfing monk in the bunk bed below me - I could have stretched that to a few paragraphs. ;-)
But to make a long story short, a hospital visit to the NET (Nose-Ear-Throat) section and five days in bed later I was feeling much better. My last days in Bangkok weren't bad though. I went back to this lovely hotel (Baan Waree, my highest recommendation). And although I didn't go out often, when I did I had fun riding around on a ridiculously small bike, found a good street kitchen, chatted with a few locals, and just generally relaxed from the weeks of travel.
Then on February the 15th I said my goodbyes and got on a plane to the lovely island of Bali in Indonesia. (To be continued.)