It’s hard to choose a favorite thing about my Thailand. The heat. The food. The beach. Phuket was just a small taste of a country that contains endless paradise within just about every square inch of itself. The first thing I would do every morning was throw on my bikini and go sit on the balcony of our hotel room overlooking the main city road that leads straight to the beach. Makeup hardly even touched my face. I even slacked on sunscreen, but none of that mattered. My body grew so accustomed to the heat that just started to get heavy at around 8am every morning. The way it lingered on my skin acted as a sort of wake up call for me every morning in this place. No caffeine required. Vitamin D was my only intake.
Walking along the main road was an energizing experience. But a different sort of energy than the kind you find in a big city like NYC. A slow and steady energy. A humbling sort of energy. A brought down-to-earth sort of buzz where every tiny thing mattered. Where I would stop to look and admire and inquire about everything at each place along the way. The pace of things kept alive by tourists walking up and down the road. Locals wanting to sell and share a little bit of this and a little bit of that of their culture and services. Small groups of Thai men and women gathered in corners having discussions, while slightly amused by out-of-towners who make such a big deal of the local discoveries that they know and see everyday. I loved to watch both sides.
Wish I was back on that balcony right now, feeling that same heat, and eating all the tom yum in the world as I make my way towards the beach. Instead, I’m writing about this in my pajamas, hair a mess and wondering when the heck my landlord is going to turn the heat on in my building because it’s getting a little cold in here.
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