You never forget your first (traveling) love.

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You never forget your first love. That right there is a fact. Those first awkward moments – the butterflies – the first silly arguments – the sweetness and excitement of it all. But that’s not what I want to talk about today.

I want to talk about first traveling loves. Those relationships I find can be equally as important – earth shaking  and core shaking.

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My first traveling romance began on Haad Rin beach in Koh Phangan on November 23rd 2007 I couldn’t forget that day if I tried. It was my first international adventure as an adult. We had been in Koh Samui for a few days we had our accommodation booked for months in advance. I’d convinced my friend that we could just jump on the ferry and make our way over to Koh Phangan and find some accommodation when we get there (back then you couldn’t book accommodation in koh phangan through a travel agent and all the hotel websites we looked at seemed pretty dodgy). I was so excited bout the idea of doing this – not knowing where we would stay and what we would do seemed all very romantic and exciting.

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Stephanie and I on the ferry on the way to Koh Phangan.

 

Once we arrived in koh phangan we trudged around with our backpacks looking for a hotel that didn’t look like someone was going to come and harvest our pre-pickled organs in the night – we eventually settled for a tiny little room above a seven eleven on Haad Rin beach. Not the most tranquil of areas but we were teenagers in search of a good party and wild adventures.

Once we had settled all our bags down we made our way to the beach for a cheap cocktail and some sunshine on our skin. The beach was packed – people were playing volleyball and ping pong on the sand – everyone was young and tanned and having a great time – it was everything we’d hoped for and more. We found a vacant patch of sand and settled our towels down – exhausted and grateful for the cocktails. There were a group of boys on the beach laughing together and taking turns to swim while someone watched the bags. We all got to talking – three of them were English and two of them were Danish. We chatted away and swam and when it was time to leave we arranged to meet up with them again that night.

Steph and I went to go get some food (I lost a bet and had to eat the hottest chilli I’ve ever eaten in my life) got prettied up and went out to experience the legendary Koh Phangan night life. We found the boys at a beach bar drinking buckets of cheap thai rum and coke. We sat on cheap plastic chairs smoking shi sha – laughed and joked together giggling through our language barriers and somewhere along the way we shared a kiss and my heart was a flutter.

We bonded more and more over the next few days and parted ways sweetly in Koh Phangan – knowing that we would see each other again in a few months.

He occupied my brain and my heart and I couldn’t evict him if I tried. He was my first traveling love all those years ago and will forever hold a special place in my wandering gypsy heart.

Fast forward to 2014 and we’re still in contact (as friends) and I even stayed with him on a recent trip to Copenhagen.

Tell me your love stories wanderlusters x

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One thought on “You never forget your first (traveling) love.

    iamluketaylor said:
    February 19, 2015 at 11:43 pm

    My girlfriend and I just decided to go our own separate ways. She was (still probably is) Swedish and actually was on holiday in London. Now I live in London but I’ve only just got here. So, as is natural, I still feel like a tourist myself.

    Anyway… It was beautiful, I think mostly because the knowledge that our time together was so precious made it so real and so headily intense. the night after I first met her, I actually ran from the office to Liverpool Street station to give her a letter to remember me by.

    We were together and visited each other for 6 months, but as we both in our hearts suspected, it wasn’t to work out long term. But we both agreed it was the best relationship either of us had had. So honest, open, passionate, fearless… And fun!

    It’s hard to find that here. Everyone has their shields up. That’s why I thought I’d write this.

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