Departing from Kanchanaburi for
Koh Tao’. I’ll go back all the way I came and take the bus from Bangkok. It will take about 22 hours. There is another shorter route, but I prefer the bus due to the risk of not finding a ferry ticket.. The bus is two-decker next to me is empty. Looks like it will be a comfortable ride. The back of the bus is little Russia again.
Vodka, russian music, yelling drunk russian boys and the trip quartet didn’t look good to me.. After emptying my mp3 player, I make a lot of ringing in the ears of my friend who does not load new songs into it.. Greetings again!!!
A few hours later the Russians are infiltrating and I am sleeping. I really don’t want to be racist, but I’ve never had a Russian I liked.. Our ferry is at 7:00 but the bus arrives at the pier at 04:30. Hay bin beaver. The train was arriving at this time. I made a mistake, now I will bear it. Everyone’s eyes are falling asleep. We curl up in a small corner and start sleeping. There’s a small storm coming up, I wake up cold. I’m wearing fleece for the first time. Didn’t I go south?
The ocean is pretty choppy but it’s okay. These waves do not affect the ferry. At 06:30, the officer calls out that you can get on the ferry.. Ferry??! I can’t see the ferry. There is a small boat, but we’re not going to do the 3-hour sea journey with it, right?! Slightly bigger than my friend’s boat. We meet eye-to-eye with my German friends I met on the road. There’s nothing to say. I’m bracing myself by saying that there are people who tour the world with sailboats.
I’m settling down.. It’s one thing that we start to hop when we move. You know, jumping is not a problem, when we go parallel to the sea from the right side, I start climbing.. We’re going to ride a sign of the Day of Judgment. The business loses all its sympathy when water starts to enter through the closed windows due to the intensity of the waves.. You know, I’m not a frightened person who whines at such moments; I know how to have fun but this isn’t one of those moments. I’m starting to hesitate for my safety, I wonder how is the occupational safety control in Thailand. I think it’s best to sleep.
After taking a nap for half an hour, I wake up to the sounds of vomiting.. My front, my back, my right, my left. I don’t have mp3 Utku!!!!! I can’t turn off the sounds. I can only last half an hour. I’m starting to get nauseous. I’m going to the toilet; vomit in front of you. An Australian girl is coming. He asks how I am. He brings peppermint oil; my temples, under my nose, my neck, everywhere. It’s a little refreshing. At least now I only smell mint. i feel better. I’m going on deck. ohhhh. There’s nothing like fresh air. I’m coming up, I’m going down because there’s nowhere to sit on the deck and the waves keep coming. I feel nauseous when I sit down. I run myself up. Some fresh air feels good at first, but I get worse when I see people throwing up. My purse, my passport, my phone, my money, everything down. Leave it there, I call myself Tugce. If it’s stolen, let it be stolen. Don’t let it make it worse than now. I’m lying on the ground. There’s nowhere to hold on to the deck except the edges. It’s better if I don’t hold on there anyway. You feel like you’re going to fall into the sea. There’s no land in sight. I don’t even want to think about that possibility.. I sleep 2.5 hours on the deck. Waves crashing on me. Getting wet including my underwear, I don’t care. I just don’t vomit. Australian girl comes and wakes me up; so that the vomit of the girl sitting next to me wouldn’t get on me. I think I’m one of the few people on the ferry who didn’t throw up.. I was left. I can’t cope. I’m sending my guts down the boat but it’s all clinging to me with the force of the wind. Once again, the Australian girl comes to my rescue with a bag, but it has happened.
When I reach the island, I swear that I will not return.. I’d rather stay on the island until I run out of money than suffer this torture.. Maybe there is a helicopter or something.. I will never take that ferry again.. I’m telling myself. I ignore all the negative comments about Songserm and curse the ticket I bought because it is cheap.
My first sight of the island from the ferryboat
After 4 hours it looks black.. As we approach the pier, I realize how right my decision to not leave the island was. My mind clears all my experiences in two seconds. I really may not be back. I have never seen such beauty. This must be what they call love at first sight. I think I fell into heaven.
I want to hug and embrace the island like Elmayra. I want to hug all the trees, caress their leaves, kiss the beach, get lost in the sea.
Someone bury me in Koh Tao!!!
The view that greeted me when I set foot on the island