Koh Samui is an island in the Gulf of Thailand, known for its beaches and resorts, and a common destination for people planning their retirement there. The stories set here usually carry that holiday backdrop: someone who traveled to unwind and ended up rebuilding their whole life around a person they met on the island. Widowhood also shows up often as a starting point — people who arrived alone after losing a partner, not expecting to find anything like love again, let alone this far from home.
A 54-year-old Frenchman meets Amara, a 39-year-old chef, on his first day in Phuket, and within 24 hours he already has a holiday girlfriend. Months later, in Koh Samui, an unlocked phone reveals his Line history to her: dozens of conversations with other girls that put an end to something that, until that night, had been genuinely special.
A 52-year-old Canadian, after mistaking lust for love on a trip to Vietnam, goes back to Tinder looking for something real and meets a Thai woman of Chinese descent 24 years younger than him. Three weeks together across Bangkok, Pattaya and Koh Samui become the start of a long-distance relationship that, bumps and all, is still going strong toward a proposal.
A 64-year-old New Zealander widower recounts his last three nights in Koh Samui with Newt, a woman he met by chance after keeping a promise made to another girl on the street. No drama, no requests, just company at exactly the right moment.
On a group tour of Thailand in 2019, an Irishman met a divorced woman running several small businesses on Koh Samui. Lockdown forced her to move back to Isaan, but they never stopped talking every single day. Years later, he's planning to propose on his next visit.
Graham, a 51-year-old Scot, first came to Thailand at 32, on holiday after a long breakup. In the bars of Koh Samui he met Dao, the woman he'd later marry. Nineteen years, a Thai wedding, and a house built in Isaan later, he lives surrounded by her family and wouldn't change a thing.
In 2005, heartbroken and with a student loan installment just paid out, I spent a week in Bangkok trying to drink the pain away. I went back nine more times in my early twenties. On one of those trips, in Koh Samui, I met the woman I now live with in England, and with whom I have two daughters.
At 70 he became a widower after forty-three years of marriage. His daughter booked him a flight to Koh Samui that gave him back what he thought was lost.