Hobo Lolo

From the vibrant streets of Bangkok to the tranquil jungles of Chiang Mai and the crystal-clear waters of Railay, Thailand is a land of endless discovery. Trek through remote villages, dive into the Andaman Sea, savor world-renowned street food, and unwind with a traditional Thai massage. This journey is a perfect blend of thrill, culture, and relaxation—where every moment is an adventure waiting to unfold. Day 1–2: Nov 18–19 | Pattaya – Coastal Escape Leaving the chaotic energy of  Bangkok  behind, we set off for  Pattaya , a coastal city known for its lively atmosphere and beautiful beaches. We spent two days exploring: ✔️  Island hopping to Koh Larn , snorkeling in crystal-clear waters ✔️  Parasailing over Pattaya Bay , soaring above the turquoise sea with a bird’s-eye view of the coastline ✔️ Visiting the  Sanctuary of Truth , an awe-inspiring wooden temple showcasing Thai craftsmanship ✔️ Enjoying the  nightlife and seaside dining  along...

Trekking through the dense jungles of Chiang Mai was, without a doubt, the most unforgettable experience of our trip—one that stood out even among the vibrant night markets, mouthwatering street food, immersive cooking classes, and soothing Thai massages. It all began the day Michelle and I arrived for our five-day stay in Chiang Mai. As we wandered through the city center, soaking in its lively atmosphere, we stumbled upon an adventure we couldn’t resist: a  two-night, three-day jungle trek . The itinerary was exhilarating—hiking deep into the wilderness, passing through remote villages, staying overnight with a local host family, and finishing off with an adrenaline-pumping rafting trip. Without hesitation, we signed up, eager to experience Thailand beyond the bustling city streets. The Journey Begins The next morning, our adventure kicked off in the back of a rugged 4x4 pickup truck. Along with us were nine fellow travelers—a lively group from England and a friendly Canadian cou...

Some came to compete, pushing their limits with every step. Others came to honor and remember, their hearts heavy with the sacrifice of the Filipino and American soldiers who endured the brutal Bataan Death March—forced to march endless miles under an unforgiving sun. I came to run. At 6:30 AM, as the sun barely peeked over the horizon, the runners took off. It was the earliest start time I had ever experienced in a marathon. I began slowly, letting the faster runners surge ahead, creating space around me. The crisp morning air filled my lungs as my legs warmed up. Then, after the first mile, I found my rhythm. I picked up the pace, passing runners one by one, feeling stronger with each stride. At mile eight, just as I was settling into cruise mode, the real challenge emerged—a relentless mountain ascent. Every step became a battle against the incline, the thinning air, and the burning in my legs. The terrain was unforgiving—rugged trails, steep climbs, sudden gusts of wind striking fr...