Where Does The Time Go?

The wind never came to Thung Wua Laen.  The kite school packed up and moved to Phuket.  Michael didn’t get any more epic days and took no more lessons.  We were faced with some serious decision making.  Go right back to Koh Phangan and party and ride dirtbikes, which is what Scott and I are going to be doing for a while.  Choice 2: stay in Thung Wua Laen, hope some wind appears, and chill out before Michael has to go back to Bangkok.  Choice 3: Go back to Bangkok early for some smog and a solid week of shopping.  And Choice 4: chase the wind to Vietnam, Brazil, Egypt, etc. like Tony, the Swedes, and James Bean.  Which wasn’t really an option because of time.  So we stayed in Thung Wua Laen.

What did you guys do in Thung Wua Laen for 4 days with no wind, no girls, no bars, and 5 restaurants?  We redefined the word lazy.  It was like a spa for heterosexual, lazy, american males.  With the exception of one super motorbike, exploration, adventure day filled with caves, coastline, buddhas, bikes, and beers, we lounged around in all our sloth glory and took the art of relaxation to an entire new level.  It was a rigorous schedule that started with wake-up call at noon, followed by a 2-hour beach front breakfast.  We would then walk next door and sprawl in the sun until we got so burned we would retreat to the hammocks and lounge around until hunger struck again.  Little carts would stop right next to our hammocks and sell us fruit, meat on a stick, or even ice cream.  You might think that doing this for 3 or 4 days would get old, but you’re wrong.  There was lots to watch between the Thai weekenders, dogs, coconut monkeys, unsuccessful kite launchers, and the town was so small that you literally saw the whole town cruise by at some point from your hammock perch.  By the end we were celebrities, the villagers loved us, we were the two most relaxed people on Earth, the end. 

They will remember us there, but trip presses on.  We’re back in Bangkok again.  Michael is getting ready for Maui, and I’m figuring out how to navigate Cambodia.  Gearing up for our divergent next chapters.  He’ll be kiting the most beautiful island in the world with his girl, and I’ll be avoiding landmines via dirtbike doing some real Indiana Jones shit. 

~ by deanius on December 23, 2007.