I am woken last night by lightning, thunder and pounding rain that sounds as if it might break through our shitty bungalow roof. The price you pay for stepping out your front door into aqua sea. the coil springs from the mattress seem to be implanted in my spine and Zach has pulled off all of the sheet we use as a blanket, not that its cold, but for the sense of security.
8:00 AMwe open our bungalow door to sheets of rain. Today we ned to find a 4x4 vehicle that will take us to the eastern side of the island. There is a secluded cove we are trying to find for the remainder of our stay. With our bags packed we head out into the rain
12:00
by the time we get our arrangements to the east we are soaked, but we've found someone to take us. I hop in the truck and it reeks of pot, which actually makes me a bit homesick. a small Thai man with long hair and a mustache sit behind the wheel, he looks too small to reach the pedals. we winds through dirt roads and jungle foliage that brings us to the cove we've been longing for. Nothing like the Trashed Had Rin. A cluster of bungalows line the white sands and speckle out onto the cliffs. The storm has rattled the cove and the river that runs into it has turned it a murky brown that then fades into aqua in the horizon. our bungalow is amoungst the cliffs overlooking the cove, built into it, boulders line the back wall.
Present.
Im still in a dream. I sit in restaurant style dig, under a coconut lined canopy. I am the only american everywhere i go. Most speak french or hail heavy accents from South Africa and beyond. Nothing i fluently understand. The cove is churning and the rain still falls in sheets. people sit on platforms littered with pillows and low tables sipping Singha and fruit juices waiting for the sun.
I am waiting for the sun, this is the second day of heavy rain. I've grown so dark here i dont recognize myself as i look down.
love it!
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