In chapter two of my adventures copying international backpackers travelling the Australian east coast, I set off for Rainbow Beach, Queensland on the Greyhound from Brisbane City Backpackers; where I was basing myself for a good week and a half while working, as well as partying and enjoying Brisbane over the two surrounding weekends.
This was my third trip to the beautiful Thai island of Koh Phangan for the famed Full Moon Party (FMP), all within two years (this one wasn’t initially planned, but stemmed from a last-minute desire to leave Cambodia and fortuitous timing).
As I shared a ride from the dock with three friendly Dutch guys, we ruminated on how booked up the island was and what we were going to do about accommodation. It was August – one of the busiest months of the year due to northern hemisphere summer holidays – and a few days before the… Read More Koh Tao 2016
After another draining and unanticipated day of travel via a morning ferry from Koh Rong to Sihanoukville and five hour bus back to Phnomh Penh (complete with me JUST making the impatiently waiting minibus), I jumped in a tuk tuk toward my destination – the other Mad Monkey hostel.
I had changed my plans after a disappointing night in Sihanoukville and was heading to the much-anticipated Koh Rong, which I had heard was an incredibly beautiful backpackers party paradise, like ‘Thailand thirty years ago’. I hoped I would have more luck there.
I had heard extremely mixed reviews of Sihanoukville, from Adventurous Kate who dubbed it “the ultimate backpacker party paradise” to other bloggers who likened it more to a seedy cesspool. Yet I was prepared to thoroughly enjoy it and spend a few nights before heading over to my most anticipated destination – Koh Rong.
Siem Reap reminded me of a far more mellow and pleasant Koh Samui or Phuket. Although noticeably less developed, it was much easier to walk around, and the food and drinks were cheap.
New Year’s Eve 2015 was the departure of David’s, Adam’s and my Whitsundays sailing boat, the Tongarra. After eating and registering David and Adam, the three of us went together to the Tongarra, not knowing what to expect from our crowd. I had not been able to book onto the Atlantic Clipper, the proper ‘party… Read More New Year’s Eve sailing the Whitsundays on the Tongarra
I had left Cairns feeling a tad sorry I hadn’t gone back to Gili T instead of attempting an Australian holiday for this Christmas break, and this sentiment strengthened as I found myself heading out alone the next night in Airlie Beach. After a long bus ride I had found that my well-reviewed hostel, Nomads/Base,… Read More Airlie Beach, Queensland
I hadn’t intended to go anywhere over Christmas break, but the more I thought about it, the more I realised I was wasting a forced ten days of time off from work. So, heeding the advice of those who suggested I try somewhere different from my beloved Bali (where I had just been), I pretty… Read More A Cairns Christmas