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.
A volcano had erupted on Lombok: three people had apparently died while climbing it the day before. But the five of us new friends were headed to a boat party off the paradise island of Gili T that Wednesday, and we had hardly a care in the world.
I had only heard of ‘Gili T’ for the first time from a couple of 21-year-olds on a party boat in Koh Phi Phi, and heard of it again after I had somewhat spontaneously booked my flights to Bali a few weeks prior. I had figured, based on my proceeding rigorous internet research, that it… Read More Gili Trawangan – the first chapter