I’m on a convenient bus to the KLIA2 airport, ready to fly off to Krabi, Thailand.
I am alone.
I should be more scared, except for the fact that I’ve done countless hours of research on Krabi. And when you know roughly what to pay for laundry by the kilo, and you have an offline map studded with bookmarks, it just doesn’t feel as daunting.
Despite never clapping eyes on anyone from the Krabi area, I’ve infiltrated the Ao Nang Locals/Expats Facebook group.
After liking a post by a local about rehousing his neighbours rooster, I find myself scribbling down notes about the weekly 290 baht bottomless BBQ and the best spot to read secondhand books by the river.
I even mulled over the aspiring entrepreneur’s offer of a full relocation package for someone to handle shipping at his shop, who speaks English. (20,000 baht/month!)
Even before I get on my plane, I am making plans with a couchsurfer to discuss splitting the cost of a drive to Khao Sok national park and a longboat out on the lake. Another two CSers inform me via an event I’ve posted, that they are interested to join us if I wouldn’t mind waiting a day for them to get there.
As the bus rolls onward, my Instagram feed reveals an old friend of mine was feasting at the night market yesterday, and with a few taps, we have secured a breakfast date before she leaves.
Mind you, I had made no plans these past few months, except to book my discounted AirAsia flight and first nights accomodation.
Last week, I booked another 2 nights on Railey Beach just in case. Only because the cheap accomodation I bookmarked, emailed to me to say they had 3 rooms left.
Now, in the past 24 hours, I’ve almost determined that I won’t be alone in Krabi for the next few days.
Solo traveling. What a feat.