How I found my inner fire in Thailand
Turns out my stomach had something important to say
After a month in India, I'd just arrived in South-East Asia for the second stop of my adventure. Here, a spontaneous side-trip helped me discover what was really burning inside - and it wasn’t just the food poisoning.
After the sand, dust and dirt of Goa, I was craving rooftop cocktails and glamour in the Malaysian capital of Kuala Lumpur.
The city pulsed with energy, the glittering Petronas Towers piercing the night sky like diamond earrings. With new friends from my hostel, we wound through streets lined with gleaming shopping malls and market stalls selling sizzling satay and rows of yellow durian fruit. We ended at a buffet of colourful curries and rice dishes that glowed under fluorescent lights.
Despite the city fun, I longed to return to my favourite place in Thailand. It hadn't been in my round-the-world plan, but something in my gut was pulling me there. I craved somewhere familiar where I could relax. Strange how your body sometimes knows what it needs before your mind catches up.
