All good things must come to an end.
By day 11 on Koh Chang, things in Bangkok were shaky enough that I was advised to reconsider my plans of heading back to the city to figure out my transit south. I was faced with the decision of extending my stay on the island, accompanying my new friends up north to Chiang Mai so we could eat our way through my favourite city in Thailand, or to take the bus directly to BKK and fly somewhere south, closer to the Malaysian border. The decision was tough, but ultimately this trip is about experiencing the unknown so that night I bought a $50 flight to Krabi, booked myself onto the same airport-bound minibus as my friends, joined them for one last fried white snapper, and packed up once again. 7AM pickup.