I am staying at a wonderful little resort called the Dolphin on a quiet beach on the East coast of Koh Phangan. On the journey from Krabi, I met two British women who have sort of adopted me into their little pack during our stay here. My housekeeper, Leila, is 3 years old, lives next door and comes by about twice a day to sweep my porch from sand, read comic books and tell me stories. She is simply adorable, and we’ve become good friends.
The weather has not been the greatest with fairly cloudy skies, and two nights with crazy thunderstorms. This evening it is raining so hard I am beginning to understand where the expression “raining cats and dogs” came from. At this very moment I am hanging out in a hammock on my porch, completely surrounded by the sound of the rain crashing down. It makes me feel like a child; excited, amazed and giggly. I am tempted to get naked and run around in the tropical shower, like I used to when it was pouring outside as a kid. Luckily for my neighbors, I am able to resist this temptation.
Tonight is the evening of the famous Full Moon Party, the largest beach party in the world, taking place here on Koh Phangan each month. Wondering what it is like in this weather. For drunk or stoned ravers it may not matter, but I must admit I am pretty happy I am not there right now. The only full moon that will be spotted on that beach tonight will be the butt of some higher-than-life tourist having sex on the beach.
Proud to announce that I have not had a single banana pancake since I came to Koh Phangan and have been running on the beach two days in a row. Yes, I am serious. My will power is simply out of this world! Perhaps it is actually true that I was once an athlete. I have lately been convinced that it is something I made up in my head and then started believing. Now I am not so sure.
The book I am reading about life under Stalin’s regime in Russia is doing me good. It is putting my sacrifices in perspective when compared to those made in a communist prison. I am thinking that if they could endure weeks of torture and starvation, I can probably do without banana pancakes for a week.
Tomorrow I am moving to a different part of the island to sign up for a detox program. No solid food whatsoever for one week. I may be taking this Russian influence one step too far… still some time to change my mind.
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