True Stories. Questionable Decisions. Unforgettable Rounds.
It was never the plan.
I didn't come to Thailand with a dream of becoming an author.
I didn't have a five-year plan taped to the refrigerator that said:
"Move to Thailand. Start a business. Become a father.
Take up golf. Write books."
Quite the opposite.
When I first came to Thailand in the early 1990s, it was Krabi and Railay Beach that captured my heart.
It was a different Thailand back then. A little quieter. A little simpler.
And for me, the beginning of a relationship with a country that, over time, would become my home.
I just didn't know it yet.
I was simply there to live a little.
To explore the world.
To meet people.
To collect experiences.
A few years later, life brought me to Hua Hin.
And life continued to take its own unexpected turns.
Together with a few good friends, I started Biker Team Sweden,
a travel company organising motorcycle adventures across different continents.
It was about freedom, friendship, and adventure.
About people who wanted to experience the world from the saddle of a motorcycle.
Later, Biker Team Sweden also became Tre Kronor, a restaurant that,
for several years, turned into a gathering place for both Swedes and others
who had found their way to Hua Hin.
Life changed once again.
In 2017, my wife, Pimpa Malisa Larsson, and I founded A&D Law — a law firm built on trust,
hard work, and a genuine desire to help people navigate what can sometimes be a complicated system.
And then, in 2022, came our greatest gift.
Our son. Nakhon Malisa Larsson. (Dino.)
Suddenly, life carried a whole new weight and a whole new meaning.
The funny thing is that, through all of this, golf wasn't there.
Not yet.
I took my very first real golf lesson on May 7, 2025.
On July 16, 2025, I played an eighteen-hole course for the first time in my life.
It's almost comical when I think about it.
Some people spend a lifetime on the golf course.
Apparently, I managed to start a travel company,
run a restaurant,
build a law firm with my lovely wife,
and raise a family before I even learned how to properly hold a golf club.
And yet, somehow, it was golf that opened the door to something I never could have imagined.
It all started with a few small Facebook posts.
A few lines about disastrous shots.
About golfing friends who had more excuses than fairway hits.
About caddies who had seen it all and probably wished
they'd been assigned a calmer foursome that day.
I wrote because it amused me.
Other people started laughing too.
"You should write a book."
I heard that more than once.
I laughed right back.
An author?
Me?
I was far too busy trying to find my golf balls.
But the words kept coming.
One post became two.
Two became ten.
Ten became fifty.
And suddenly, I had chapters.
And somewhere between tuk-tuks, golf bags, cold beers on the clubhouse terrace,
and the people crossing my path,
I found myself standing there with a manuscript in my hands.
Then a book.
I still don't quite know when it happened.
When did I go from being a beginner golfer writing funny stories
to becoming an author?
Maybe there isn't a clear answer.
Maybe the biggest changes in life don't arrive with fireworks and fanfare.
Maybe they happen on an ordinary Tuesday.
When you decide to write one more page.
When you dare to press "send."
When you simply think:
"Let's see what happens."
Because the truth is,
life rarely unfolds the way we planned.
And thank goodness for that.
If someone had told me back on Railay Beach in the early 1990s
that one day I would live in Hua Hin,
organise motorcycle adventures,
run a restaurant,
build a law firm with my wife,
become the father of an extraordinary son,
take up golf later in life, and eventually publish a book through my own publishing company,
I probably would have laughed so hard I'd have spilled my Sang Som all over the table.
And yet, here I am.
Not because I knew exactly where I was going.
But because I took one step at a time.
One journey.
One business.
One meeting.
One laugh.
One love.
One son.
One golf lesson.
One Facebook post.
One page.
One chapter.
One book.
There is something beautiful in that.
In not having to know everything from the beginning.
In discovering new sides of yourself even when you think
you've already become the person you're supposed to be.
We spend so much of our lives believing that dreams have expiration dates.
That certain trains have already left the station.
That it's too late.
But maybe it's the opposite.
Maybe the best stories are waiting for us
the moment we stop trying to impress the world
and instead begin doing the things that make us smile.
I don't know how many books these stories will sell.
I don't know whether anyone will remember my name ten years from now.
But I know this:
I dared.
I did it.
I wrote the book that had so often remained nothing more than a conversation over coffee.
And if it all ended here,
that would already be enough.
Because the real reward
was never the sales figures.
The real reward
was discovering that you can still surprise yourself.
That you can still dream.
That you can still begin again.
And that life has a remarkable way of giving us
exactly what we never knew we needed.
In my case, it came in the form of a few golf stories from Hua Hin.
But the truth is, the story began much earlier.
On a beach in Krabi.
On roads around the world.
In a restaurant filled with people.
In an office alongside my wife.
In the moment I held my son in my arms for the very first time.
And on a driving range where a man who had never played golf before
was simply trying to hit the ball.
And somehow...
...I became a golfer in Hua Hin who accidentally became an author in flip-flops.
