The Pilgrimage of Chelsea
1 girl, 6 weeks, 3 destinations.
We went out for a few beers but I was uncomfortable the whole time, anxiously watching the water slowly rise and chain smoking Vietnamese cigarettes like those monkeys on YouTube. I’m not a smoker. I don’t know why I put my health in jeopardy but I was already drudging through brown bacteria filled water, so what the hell.
After days of careful consideration, I have found myself in the south of Thailand on a bright purple ferry headed to the island of Koh Phi Phi. With the full moon party in just a few days, my inner grandma told me to go to Phi Phi and not Koh Phangan, just to be safe.
Walking into my new hostel this morning, I was greeted by fellow lone wanderers and remembered for the first time in two weeks why I fell in love with travelling solo. There’s this vitality that hovers in the air, and it allows me to do things I would never do at home, like ask a stranger to join me for dinner or a coffee.
This week started with a day trip to Nusa Lembongan, an Island Southeast of Bali and a fine place to relax. Earlier that morning, before the sun was awake, we checked out Komune, a stylish beachfront resort with a nice break out front. The waves were decent enough but nothing I could surf as I’m little, so I sat on the beach with Aaron and watched Luke surf all the waves like some sad puppy.
The task at hand is simple; travel to Bali, Thailand and Vietnam alone for six weeks. Get uncomfortable, quote Eat, Pray, Love, make new friends, and be happy. The last bit being the most important. It’s not easy to do the things we want to do, to do what makes us truly happy. I was ready to take action.