William writes, “On my first day in Thailand I forked out the same amount of money as I spent in two months in India and all I got was a couple of Visas and a Scuba Diving course. I had mixed apprehensions about the whole ordeal after my first few hours in Bangkok, most of which had been spent asleep in the back of a taxi cab and later passed out on the bed of my seemingly luxurious hotel room after 85hrs (yes that’s Eighty Five) in the lowest class of a train crossing India.
Koh Tao bounced in front of me as the ‘high-speed’ catamaran pulled into the dock. I had arrived on one of those Thai islands which are famed for their perfect white sand beaches, clear blue water, and excellently cheap diving qualifications. I had been promised a week in paradise.
While the diving was excellent, and the group course turned into private lessons seeing as nobody else had booked up, the looming full moon lay just a few days away, and traveling in a duo meant I had compromises to make. Don’t get me wrong, I do love to party, I started clubbing almost half a decade before I was of a legal age, but when the party is 10,000 morons on a beach, I’d rather be counted out.
I went nonetheless, it was everything I had expected and more (and worse). So I was glad to get back on Koh Tao and continue the Scuba course. I love the sea. I live a stones throw away from it in Brighton. So spending hours on a boat and seeing what lies in the ocean was a dream.”
Sounds like quite the adventure. Such a colorful, beautiful photo!
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