Photo of the week 2014 – Week one

This year I’m going to start a completely new project; a new ‘photo of the week’ for 52 weeks. If I’ve calculated that right, that’s the whole year. Though this isn’t exactly a completely new or novel idea, it is for me (on both counts).

One of the things that I love about travelling is you’re always inspired by the people and places around you. I’ve said it many times before, nothing makes me happier than wandering around a city, lost, with a camera in my hands. I’d like to think that I’ve taken one or two good photos over the years, and it’s those photos that I’d like to share with you.

I love the fact that a photo can take you back to a particular place and time instantaneously. As the old cliché goes, “a picture is worth a 1,000 words,” and it really is. Not only do I want to go through and re-live some of those memories, but I want to share them with you too, so in turn, you’re inspired to see some of the places that I’ve seen, so you’re inspired to create your own memories on the road.

The first photo I’ve chosen takes us all the way back to 2006, the first time I went backpacking on my own.indexUnlike many 19-year-olds at the time, I shirked the lure of Magaluf and Zakynthos and travelled a little further afield to Thailand. As an inexperienced adolescent (and I was exactly that), Thailand symbolised a new and exciting adventure, somewhere so different to where I’d been before.

After arriving in Bangkok, a couple of friends and I travelled straight down to Koh Pha Ngan for the infamous Full Moon Party; we had already heard the stories and we knew this was something we didn’t want to miss out on.

As all of us were completely new to the world of backpacking and travelling, when we arrived to Thong Sala, the port of Koh Pha Ngan, everyone else on the boat quickly dispersed, almost running away from us as if it was a game of hide-and-seek. Within five minutes, we were standing alone with a throng of Thais around us.

“Are you looking for a room?” one of the locals asked.

Without a seconds hesitation, we started speaking to the local Thais, asking them all about the Full Moon Party and where was the best place to stay on the island.

After a few minutes of chatting, one of the Thais smiled and said; “even though my bungalows are on the other side of the island, far away from the party, we do have the best sunsets, and for that reason alone you should come and stay.”

Never one to pass up on the opportunity to gamble, we jumped into the back of his pickup truck and drove to his bungalows.

That evening, I was treated to one of the finest sunsets I’ve ever seen, all because we were on the “wrong” side of the island. Funny how these things work out sometimes…