Some people suck it up, others don't quite know how...also I have the best writing desk in the world right now.
After two nights in a relatively newer hotel on Sunrise Beach, I declared my interest in switching to the much cooler assemblage of beach huts next door at the Zanom Sunrise Beach Resort...a diving camp with thatched roof huts, hammocks swinging on every porch, large cabins, a dive shop, a beach bar and restaurant. At dusk each night, they fire up the charcol grill and begin preparing the fish and prawns fetched from the longtail boats 25 feet away by the fishermen (mostly sea gypsies).
I've already partaken of the red snapper with two unusual sauces that come on the side. Amazingly good. Tonight will be the large prawn.
As I write this, the sun has set and the ocean is deepening to a blue on blue that will turn to an indigo before fading to the many lights of the Thai fishing boats offshore. Yesterday, I booked a snorkeling trip for today and then one for Wednesday. I'm skipping Tuesday so I can watch the election on my shitty internet connection from my hammock with a view of the Strait of Malacca seas in front of me. Later, despite the outcome, I will kayak beyond the small island I can see from here to explore the reefs.
And there are many reefs. One, in fact is just 50 meters from the beach. It's good to point out that when swimming here, always take a mask and a snorkel. Stepping on the wrong thing can put you in a world of pain...or if it's deadly, well, at least you died doing what you loved. Yesterday, while snorkling at dusk I encountered a sea snake... There's all manner of sea life to behold though. I've never seen such beautiful tropical fish up close. Brilliant blues and yellows...just a varigated other world.
Today, I woke early and went to meet my boat, no breakfast or even a mango shake. Just not hungry while I'm here, until dinner. Then I eat fish. Anyway, it was captained by a sea gypsy and the others who were going along were all Thai youngsters on vacation. it was raining. One of the young women was clearly not having it with the rain and refused to enjoy the boat trip to the national park, instead burying her face in a towel while her boyfriend shot video. She stayed in the boat while we snorkled and enjoyed the sublime wonders. She pouted.
The snorkeling was amazing! Crystal clear water...and the landscape around us was forested and tropical with mist tufted in the trees. When we got out for lunch the group asked me in very broken English if I would be ok with cutting the trip short and going back. Well, no. I paid money for this and it's a warm rain and there's nothing making me miserable right now.
Anyway, the sea gypsy captain dissuaded them and threw me a wink...he knew. I think he even told them to just suck it up. Seriously. And then it stopped raining 30 minutes later anyway. Though she continued to hang in the boat. Ah, to be young again!
So we went to three more dive spots, including one in deeper water, where I got to witness the captain effortlessly finning his way down into the depths and remaining there for, what seemed like two to three minutes at a time, so he could get photos for my compatriots on their Go Pro. I tried diving as deep as I could, but only got halfway before having to race back up.
Beautiful day, I don't care if it rained. I go again on Wed. anyway.
Now I've got the best writing desk in the entire world, I'm showered, I did my laundry in the sink and hung it to dry on my hammock and have a small whiskey at my elbow. The blues out there keep deepening.
I keep wondering how I could work remote full time. The time is coming when I have to return home, and home seems, so well...distant...right now. Like a nice fading memory. Which is kind of what I wanted. To go as far away as possible to lose myself in something beautiful and new.
Which means, come Monday, I too will have to suck it up. And keep this as the fading nice memory in turn.