We’ve reached the two month mark on our adventure and it’s hard for me to gauge how long that actually feels. I’ve been seeing so many photos from home of the arrival of Fall, the bright yellows and the chilly evenings, and its such a strange feeling to not be experiencing that myself. The climate has stayed very much the same since we arrived, minus the massive thunderstorms we got mid-September. This place seems like a magical fairytale where time doesn’t move (or if it does, it moves very slowly) and the only proof I have that time is, in fact, still continually changing are the photos I see from my phone. It’s as if I’m observing my past familiar life through a small screen, and I’m living in this fake world with delicious food, a strange confusing language, and 100% self-dictated days.
That sounds deeper than it is, I’m mostly just excited to not have to deal with this next Canadian winter because I’ve been in (see also: worked in, suffered in) plenty of those. It’s still hot here, but not overbearingly so. Although the other night it was +26 out and I was actually chilly. I think I must be pretty acclimatized because there’s no way Calgary Me would think +26 is “chilly”.
I could talk about the weather for ages because I’m a master at small talk, just ask all my friends. I’m guaranteed to always have an opinion about the current weather. “Pretty warm, huh?” is a personal favourite.
At first this trip was a full-out vacation, we finally escaped everything and we finally got a chance to relax. Although this is still technically a vacation, I’m seeing it more as an opportunity to get better at some things that I would like to. Or indulge myself in hobbies and learning as much as I can about everything. When I look back on Calgary Me, I was so busy. Like, overwhelmingly so. I’d hardly finish one task before starting something else and I was constantly looking for work, or being at work. In two months I have finished reading four books out of leisure. Which is a lot for me, I don’t think I read any books in 2016. Reading was always something I never had time to do (or at least I claimed to). If anything, I hope I can develop better habits during this trip, and carry them back over to my Canada life.
We’ve stayed at our ocean shack in a tiny village for three weeks in Ko Lanta and I’m sad to leave it. It’s been a delight, the Old Town is quiet and laid back, and the locals are so friendly and helpful. Everyday there were about a dozen young kids out in the street playing and they wouldn’t hesitate to stop playing marbles to say hello to us as we walked by. We did a lot of nothing, but we also kept very busy and explored most of the island. The most stressful part was actually getting here by boat in a fairly large storm. We clumsily got off the first boat trying to keep our bags dry as a storm almost pushed me over from the wind gusts. This next boat we had to take was much smaller and looked like it had been through a lot. The old wood creaked with every massive swell it had to deal with, and I managed to somehow separate myself enough from it all that the whole experience seems pretty fake and dream-like. Let’s just say I’ve learned how to cope with a different level of stress and I’m also avoiding boats for a while.
This post ended up being pretty long, but that’s also because I’m still trying to get into the habit of updating. And the longer I wait, the longer the blocks of text will be. To change it up, here are a few points of some things that happened but not quite interesting enough to have their own post:
– Terrifying storms during the first few nights, I questioned the stability of this shack over a body of water and strong winds.
– Wandered through a jungle with a very unclear path to a neat little waterfall. Dustin touched a gross toad.
– Drank a lot of delicious delicious coffee.
– Rented a scooter to go to the one store that had peanut butter and good cheese (homemade grilled cheese yessss).
– Rented a shitty scooter for a cheaper price one day, only to learn the gauges didn’t work and it guzzled gas. So we ran out. Thankfully we were at the top of a hill and we coasted down to the bottom where they happened to be selling gasoline.
– Evening and high tide meant cockroaches would take shelter in our place. Luckily Dustin, my hero, would usually catch them and throw them out.
– It rained so much one day that our street flooded. A pretty alarming thing to see but the locals didn’t seem concerned in the slightest.
– So many gecko friends! Toaster Gecko would hide until we put in bread, then he would leap out and land on the ground with a loud SPLAT. Highly entertaining.
– Watched some of the local construction sites, baffled at the amount they do in this heat and also without any personal safety equipment.
– More about geckos: apparently when they fight they sometimes puff themselves up and swish their tails in a weird cat-like manner. They also chirp like birds. They’re hilarious and adorable and I far prefer their company over cockroaches.
– Checked out the national park, climbed up to a lighthouse and caught a super nice view of the island.
– So many card games.
– We kayaked to a tiny island across the bay. There was no one else around, so we had a little picnic and swam in the super warm and clear water.
– Discovered the delicious meal that is the Massaman curry dish.
That is all, here are some more pictures to accompany all this.