Bamboo Rafting in Phang Nga

Bamboo Rafting inin Phang Nga

I was living in Melbourne on a working holiday visa and took a trip to Thailand for two weeks. I was just starting to find my feet, had been in Aus for four months, and decided to uproot my routine and take a trip somewhere new.

I had no interest in dating at the time. I’d been on a handful of Hinge dates with Aussie boys and although chivalry was more in their personality than it was for the guys I dated back home in England, I simply wasn’t interested.

Too career driven.

Independent woman that doesn’t need no man.

You know how it goes.

It’s always when you’re in your carefree, single girl, not-looking-for-a-man-era when you meet a man you very much need.

Not in the I-can’t-live-without-you kinda way.

Just in the pussy palpitations kinda way.

Which I’d never really experienced before.

Until I met Dakila on that goddamn bamboo raft.

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