When Paradise Thailand bites!
Travel story #9 book excerpt from the travel memoir ‘Backpacker to Nomad’
I’m delighted to present an exclusive sneak peek book excerpt for my new travel memoir ‘Backpacker to Nomad’
What’s Backpacker to Nomad? It’s my new travel memoir, chronicling the evolution from naive newbie to full-time traveller through my adventure & misadventures.
What readers are saying about ‘Backpacker to Nomad’
★★★★★ “The writing is excellent, and the author’s descriptions are so vivid” — Amazon Review
★★★★★ “You’ll get lost in Amit’s adventures and laugh along the way (mostly AT him)” — Amazon review
★★★★★ “I thought the way the book weaved between adventure and mental self-discovery was very smart. — Amazon Review
if you love travel adventures, discovery, and escaping reality to drift off to lands far and wide this is the book you need to pick up.
Book Launched: July 27th 2022
Sit back, grab a snack and enjoy …..
Tropical Thailand couldn’t come quick enough
“What do you mean it’s gone missing? HOW?”
“Gone, sir, we do not know where.”
The small, clean-shaven Thai man in his pristine white shirt who sat in the safety of the little office on the other side of the iron bars simply shrugged back like it was a normal thing. I flung my arms into the air, wanting to rip off the iron bars, but instead, pointed to one direction of the train track.
“It can only go either that way,” my finger pointed the opposite way, “or that way. How can a train go fucking missing when it was on its way here?”
As with every day in Thailand so far, my wet t-shirt clung tightly to my sticky burning body. Every inch was soaked, but the clerk in his ironed white shirt looked fresh. He remained calm with his arms folded.
Hot, bothered, & frustrated
“Yes, sir, I sorry, we do not know.”
Another torrent of abuse was fired, but he was impenetrable. Before another assault was just about to fly out, fingers pressed against my chest.
“Just calm down, stop being an asshole, it’s not his fault. There is nothing he can do, and no point you getting angry for nothing. It will not make the train come like magic. You know all the time in Thailand the transport is late. We have this all the time.”
Backpacking Thailand wasn’t going to plan
Alex slid in between me and the clerk, breaking my glare and pointing towards the open-air waiting room like I was a naughty child before apologising for my behaviour. I dragged my heels towards the wall-less waiting room like a deflated balloon. While she dropped onto the concrete bench and went back to her book, my feet carried on dragging towards the shade just outside the white concrete walled entrance. Before I could even lift my cigarette, like sharks smelling blood, a clamour of tuk-tuks kicked up dry dust and started clamouring around. But one got the jump.
“You need a lift, where you go, I…”
Are you for real? You’ve seen me come out here for a smoke before, you know there hasn’t been a train pass through, are you going to take me hundreds of miles to Phuket?
Paradise Islands at last!
The hollow wooden slats of the jetty bounced under excited backpackers’ flip-flops and bare feet, desperate to get onto the island after a two-hour boat ride from Phuket.
“This is more like it… this feels like the tropical Thailand I imagined,” I beamed, feeling the ocean breeze on my face…
