Category Archives: Almost Intrepid

I dress shower under the cold water, dress quickly and rush out for coffee. There is a small coffee shop next to the reception desk and a pool table at the centre of the square hall.

The clock at Entebbe International Airport reads 4am. I have arrived here on a Gulf Air flight. The excitement building up inside me as I walk towards the immigration gates is real and familiar. The smells of Africa pour in from everywhere.

Kanchanaburi’s neat rows of pubs, massage parlours and lodges that threw in free Internet and bicycles impressed me easily.

Before I could plant a sharp kick on the rear end of the tuk-tuk wallah, something small and powerful knocked into me. A small and very powerful atom it was, knocking me backward.

Everyone, at some point in their life, visits Thailand. It’s another thing that Thailand hadn’t been my choice, but having said the word sort of sealed my destiny. There was no turning around.