On the day after Christmas in 2004, I was snorkelling off the coast of Thailand. 13 years old at the time, my family and I had chosen to join a boatload of Westerners out to a set of nearby islands and enjoy the underwater life of the Andaman Sea. We had chosen the islands over a second spot, the ‘Emerald Cave’ which whilst beautiful didn’t make the best use of the South-East Asian sun.
Over 200,000 people died that day.
Everybody who had chosen to snorkel at the Emerald Cave that day, died.
Those on the boat snorkelling on the islands were saved, that day. The waves went straight under us. We only noticed a strange current.
We returned ten years later. It was not for the first time since, but this was more significant as anniversaries tend to be. Things had changed drastically since – the Thai people of…
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