My thoughts on Thailand


There was a storm last night. I have never heard thunder so loud before (it sounded like a bomb going off above my head), waking me up from my deep sleep. The explosive sound caused me to sit bolt upright, eyes wide. I got up and looked out of the window to see that a little back-street had been transformed into a fast flowing river. I hope Anne and Charles can fly home ok!

I am going to spend the next 3 days in Bangkok to rest and re-charge. The last few months have been full on and exhausting. My body is weak and raising up the little red flag. “Please, slow down and look after yourself, Liv.”

So, as the next few days will be pretty slow in terms of ‘adventure’, I’d like to dedicate this post to my thoughts. Before this trip, I was naive in thinking that Indonesia and Thailand would be similar. WRONG. The smells are different, the sounds are different. Bali smells of strong, musky incense. Thailand smells of street food. In Bali you get hassled and pestered more: “yes please, transport. Yes please, transport. Taxi for you.” I’m surprised that here in Thailand, you rarely get pestered. You’ll be offered the odd Tuk Tuk, but it’s not nearly as hectic as Bali. Bangkok is still very busy and crowded though. Another difference is that Thailand has more crazy, animated influences. Bali feels more historic. BOTH have hideous amounts of traffic.

The area I’m in in Bangkok (Silom) feels (touch wood) very safe. It’s not that touristy and is mainly locals on their way to work: beautifully dressed, picking up their iced matcha green tea on their commute. The metro is not how I expected it to be. It is pristine clean, with very high security. I feel safer here than I do in London. But if anything, that is a bit how this area feels (central London). As always it’s, ‘same same, but different.’

I have found the differences in how our cultures perceive beauty very interesting. In England, having a tan is an attractive quality. We, as a country, spend goodness knows how much every year, contributing to the fake tan industry, in our efforts to deepen our natural tone. Or as soon as there is the tiniest bit of sun, the vest top is on in the hope to catch some colour. If you think about it, it doesn’t really make sense: a tan is just damaged skin. Thai people, on the other hand, worship the pale beauty. They cover up head to toe to avoid the harsh rays. Also, pretty much every beauty product / moisturiser has a ‘whitening agent’ in an attempt to whiten their skin. And you know in England, some girls have a ‘slag line’ where there is an accidental orange line on their jaw where they have not blended their dark foundation and bronzer correctly? I have noticed the same same thing in Thailand, but instead it is a line from white powder.

Clothes are smaller here (perfect for little me). If anything, I walk around Thailand feeling like a powerful giant (a feeling I have never felt before). The women here are teeny tiny (most smaller than me in both height and width). I have also noticed that most underwear shops sell extremely padded bras with no room for boobs. (Lady-boys!?!?)


I met up with Monica for dinner. She flies home tomorrow. This got me thinking more about going home (only 10 days now). On the one hand, I’m so excited. To feel that tight cuddle from Mum and Dad. To have a fridge full of food. To have my own bed. To go to my running sessions again. To be able to drink out of the tap without severe risk of death. To have a snack that isn’t bright green and loaded with syrup and sugar. To have a decent toilet. Yes, part of me is very ready for home. But the other part of me isn’t. I want to continue to explore and to meet incredible people. I want to continue to try new foods, smell new smells, feel emotions I’ve never felt before. At the start of my trip (4 months ago) I felt an overwhelming pressure to do everything and see everything. “This is your time, Liv” I said to myself. “Don’t waste it.” I have now come to realise that this isn’t my time (not my only time, I mean). I’m only 21 and this will not be my one and only big travel trip. The amount of people I have met in their late 20s, 30s, 40s… You can travel the world at any time in your life. You can have the best day of your life at any age.


“I hate Bangkok.” I said that the other day.

Now I take it back. I love Bangkok.

Sometimes you need to give a city time. I now love the craziness. Not just the hustle and bustle but I love the fact that crowds of people are on the street, eating crispy pork with glass noodles floating in a spicy lemongrass and ginger soup for breakfast at 6.30am. Too funny. Don’t get me wrong, I couldn’t live here permanently (too tiring!) But the quirks of the weird street food and the kind people have softened my heart. For example, I had a lovely experience in Lumphini Park this morning. I braved the humidity and went for a jog. I was going very steady as I haven’t trained properly in quite a while and I don’t want to get injured. An oldish man about 60 (he looked younger but the Thai people always do!) he ran passed me at quite a speed and it made me very jealous. Suddenly, a wave of energy hit me and I thought, ‘sod it.’ I let my legs stride out and I kept by his side. It felt great to run again. Not just jog, but run. At the end of our stretch out (about 2.5k) we both slowed down. The sweat was pouring out of my skin like a garden sprinkler. The little man bowed his head to me and closed his hands into the prayer position.

“Thank you,” I said. “That was a good run.”

“No spee Glish. No spee Glish.” (He doesn’t speak English).

I closed my hands into prayer position and bowed my head too. “Kob khun ka” (thank you) I said.

He gave me a massive smile. “Kob khun ka” he replied.

Fire Dancing, Dog Attack and Intense Emotions


Last night was eventful in that me and Jade had to hunt for a new room with a bed that wasn’t infested with red ants. Finally we found one. And apart from the noisy monkeys, I slept quite well.

My stomach isn’t hideous today, nor is it healthy. It keeps cramping and tricking me that I’m going to poo myself. Poor Anne almost did. “It’s coming out of me like lava! I’m really looking forward to having normal poos again.” Anne-Marie, Koh Sok, 10/05/2016. She has sprinted to the toilets at the harbour several times, and returns glum-faced. “Shouldn’t have eaten that crispy chicken” she adds. “Or that iced coffee. Or those smelly prawns yesterday.”

After almost 2hours on the ferry we arrive at Koh Samui. It’s a big island (51km) and feels more like a city because it’s so busy. It’s no Gili Air, that’s for sure.

Even though we were all tired from the travel day, we still had an ace night out. On the beach, cocktails, half naked Thai men fire dancing. The music was brilliant and my energetic, sober dancing had me fall over from spinning so much. I bruised my arm badly but it was worth it.


Beach day. 37 degrees but with the humidity it’s 48 apparently. Even with my factor 50 (been using 50 my whole trip) my face got a little pink. Not quite lobster, but an unwelcomed salmon. Not the best look.

Thailand is so uncomfortably hot at this time of year, you find yourself hunting out and loitering in convenience stores, just for some quality air-con.


Last night Anne went on the back of a scooter with some hippie pirate guy who worked in the reggae bar. She returned at 6am and had, what she describes as, “the best night of her life.” Apparently Thai men with tattoos, piercings and fire dancing skills are “her people” and her soul “belongs on an island.” I’m trying to keep this blog PG, so for the nitty gritty story, please see handwritten diary. I am very glad she is alive.

Bus > Harbour > Boat to Koh Tao. It sure is beautiful. Perfect even. A thousand times better than Koh Samui, but from what I had heard from fellow travellers, I knew it would be.

Had another very spicy green curry. Most of the others couldn’t handle it, but I thought it was delicious. My taste buds are getting stronger and stronger. Who’d have thought that 5 years ago I would have been known as the spice queen? (I’m also known as Big Daddy and Anne is Little Daddy).

I got my hair braided. One electric blue braid and I love it. Anne blessed my braid with some crazy. She looked into my eyes, stroked down the braid and whispered, “f*** shit uuuuup.” I was crying with laughter.


It worked. Felt like a new woman and had a fantastic night. We were picked from the crowds to join with performers and try fire-dancing. Felt pretty invincible and it is potentially a new career path…


Had a very long day out on the boat snorkelling today. Several of us got heat stoke. Monica threw up over the boat. Sian almost passed out.

At one point it turned us crazy. I stuck plastic straws to my teeth, thinking I was a walrus. Anne and Phil were almost in tears from their sunburn and Charles set his mouth on fire. Nobody knows why he did it but he singed his beard in the process and we were all crying with delirious laughter.


Feeling a bit better this morning. Went for a walk along the beach. Managed about 3k and then got attacked by a dog. It was a mongrel that was Labrador size with wiry, sandy hair and huge testicles. He charged towards me. He was jumping up and barking at me and I was so scared – too scared and panicked to cry. I want to go home. I want my normal life where my life isn’t at risk by wild, vicious dogs the moment I step out of the door.

Finally, he stops jumping up, but is circling my ankles. I try to walk slowly and he continues to circle. I love dogs back at home but these ones are different. They’re not pets. You know what they say about dogs imprinting? I genuinely believe that happened. Right there, right then. For the whole 3k back to the hotel, the scruffy dog would not leave my side. Except when we came across another dog – he would race towards it, attack it and then come straight back to me. He had become my protector. I have never known a dog to be so transfixed on me; not even my dog back at home (who I miss very much!)

I eventually arrived at the hotel resort. Of course, scruffy dog is still glued to my right ankle. How on earth do I get into my room without him!? I went back to reception and explained the situation. They laughed / were shocked and said they had never known that to happen before. In order for me to enter my room, alone, a man who worked at the hotel had to beat him away with a sweeping brush. This was difficult to watch. It was also difficult because he was so close to me and I almost got hit by the broom several times.

Taxi to harbour > some strange place I can’t remember > bus to Surat Thani > sleeper train to Bangkok. It has been an exhausting travelling day.


Jade has been my hero. I was feeling upset and she comforted me, knowing exactly what to say (maybe it helps that she’s a mental health nurse!?) I’m sad that the amazing friends that I have made in Thailand, fly home today / tomorrow. I’ll be alone and have 4 days to kill in Bangkok (an error with planning on my part). I feel both emotionally and physically drained. My whole body hurts and I feel dizzy from the exhaustion. Me and Jade went for a little walk around Lumphini Park and talked about anything and everything. I feel more confident about the next few days now, I need to rest, re-charge and look after myself. Before I know it, I’ll be flying to Hong Kong.

I felt very choked up saying goodbye to Anne, my hilarious crazy Canadian. And Jade, my Welsh beauty with a heart of gold. The reason we all got so emotional saying goodbye is because for the last 16 days we have been in each other’s pockets, sleeping next to each other every night. Seeing each other at our best and our worst. Last week, I saw Charles have a poo in a hole in the ground. We are family. As the Thais would say, we are “same same, but different.”

Anne: “don’t be sad that it’s over, be happy that it happened.”

Bangkok, Babes & Chiang Mai

My flight from Singapore > Bangkok was a little delayed, but I didn’t mind so much because Singapore airport is ace. So many good food stands and free wifi… Can’t complain.

I was flying with Air Asia and was the only white, British person on the flight. I found the English announcements extremely unclear and didn’t know what was happening half of the time. When going through immigration and visa checks, the queue was an hour long which took the time to 1 in the morning when I was finding my backpack on the luggage belt.

I was a little nervous to be arriving into Bangkok at such a time, but let out a sigh of relief when I saw a little Thai man holding up a sign: “Olivia Mulligan.” So glad I pre-booked a taxi!

“Bangkok Central hotel?” He smiles and nods his head. “How long does it take?” I ask. He doesn’t understand – he has terrible English. Together we marched to a jam-packed carpark to try and find his car. Oh no! A big 4×4 truck had blocked him in. No word of a lie, this little weedy man, no bigger than 5’2, gets his hands on the truck’s bonnet and pushes it with total ease to free his car. My jaw dropped to my chest. It was the funniest thing.

The journey was about 30 mins and he was ever so chatty for 2 in the morning. I couldn’t understand 95% of what he was saying. My responses circulated from “ooo lovely” to “sounds great.” He literally could have been saying anything.

I was slightly nervous to be on my own, in a strange city, in Thailand… But what good is panicking going to do, I thought to myself. You’ll be fine.


Pinch punch, first of the month! Bangkok is hot and humid. It’s 40 degrees. I’m not sure if I have mentioned in a previous post, but I’m doing the first part of Thailand with a group. Because I arrived so late last night, I missed the introduction. So let the meeting and greeting begin!

The tour guide, Sek, is from Chiang Mai. We explored the hustle and bustle of sweaty Bangkok and got a boat to see the city. The boat was SO rocky and I got soaked. As you can imagine, there is no such thing as health and safety here. The boat was about as crowded as the Piccadilly Line at rush hour and leaping on and off the slippy boat was quite a treat. We saw some giant fish leaping around and some giant lizards half the size of a large crocodile. The views on the riverside saw a dramatic juxtaposition – amazing temples and palaces alongside wooden huts on unstable stilts above the water (very, very poor housing conditions).

Wat Pho palace is quite surreal – sequins and sparkles galore and the biggest gold Buddah you can imagine. Unfortunately, it was tourist central and the conditions were made even hotter because you had to wear long clothing. But the buzz of being at such an iconic place made the discomfort well worth it.


It seems I’ve only just landed in Bangkok and am heading off already. Time to get the sleeper train to Chiang Mai! It really wasn’t as bad as I’d thought. I got my own top bed bunk (so better than the 17 hour bus from Sydney to Brisbane!) then there is a little curtain that goes around your bed so it feels nice and cosy. Toilet is pretty gross, but what can you expect (it’s a hole and no flush, just a hose). It’s advised you sleep with your luggage. Don’t put it on luggage shelves because it probably won’t still be there when you arrive. Sleep with passport, money, phone under your pillow.


Oh hi there Chiang Mai! Although still a city, it is quieter than Bangkok so I already prefer it. It has a canal that runs around the city centre, people don’t hassle you in the markets and, you know what, it’s quite pretty.

I went out for brekki with my new friends Anne (from Canada) and Toni (from Germany). I felt a little bit sick and couldn’t stomach all of the eggs that I had ordered. Hopefully that will pass soon…

A table of English ‘lads’ were on the table next to us – all with pasty skin, low cut vests and cringy tattoos. Anne spat out her drink in my face when one of them made us laugh so much… The cute little waitress (her name was Joom) had some mango smoothie left over so she gave the ‘lad’ with the stupid haircut a top up. He then puts his hands into the prayer position, bows his head and in an Essex accent says, “You are a babe.”

She looks confused. “Beb?”

“You. Babe” he says again.


“You. Babe.”

“Wot YOU beb?”

“You. Babe. Good. Babe. Good.”

This dialogue went on for about 5 minutes… Anne struggles to breathe, she is laughing so hard.


The three of us spent the day exploring temples and markets. The night markets were incredible – florescent lights, music and an infectious buzz. It wasn’t too busy and felt very safe. We went out for dinner at an outdoor restaurant and I had the traditional Chiang Mai dish – Kai Soi (thankfully I’m feeling fine and dandy again). Kai Soi is a fragrant curry soup with egg noodles (both soft and crispy). It made your lips tingle and was simply delicious!

Right, we need a good night sleep tonight as tomorrow we head further north to do a 3 day hill tribe trek. I can’t wait!!!