Aaaah, how wonderful! A bungalow all to myself. And my own bathroom, without having to dress up and walk down the hallway. The bed is huge and the mattress is thick, soft, and the blanket is fluffy. What luxury! Air conditioning on, noise off. Actually, at night you only hear crickets chirping and frogs croaking. No road, no noise, no sounds of roommates coming and going, no barking dogs, no crying children, no trams, no screaming street vendors. Nothing. What a relaxing experience! I sleep every morning until I wake up naturally, as well as I did in August at home. Now I realize how tired I actually am. And after waking up, I can just stay in bed and cuddle a little longer. No damp, musty, or sticky blankets, no super thin or super hard mattress, no mosquitoes or legitimate fear of bed bugs. Everything is simply clean and beautiful. It's a little paradise for me. After getting up, I just put on my bikini, wash yesterday's laundry by hand, and then brush my teeth while watching the evening news in just 100 seconds.
Then it's off to the beach. I love lying on the beach, plunging into the cool water, reading a book, listening to the waves, doing absolutely nothing, and being grateful that I am here right now. It's simply the best!
Hunger eventually drives me back up. Food needs to be found. When backpacking, I usually avoid having breakfast at the hotel, hostel or guesthouse because it's often overpriced and not really great. I don't expect a good continental breakfast because it's not part of Asian culture. Much tastier and cheaper is, of course, what the locals have for breakfast, but that's usually not offered in hotels. Then it's back to the beach for a change of scenery.Sometimes it's cloudy and there are brief but intense rain showers. I don't mind that. It's warm, after all. In the evening, I choose one of the restaurants on the small street behind the house and try out the Thai cuisine. Everything from green curry to chicken sweet sour is simply delicious. Today, I signed up for the free shuttle service of the resort. I want to go to Super C, a large supermarket near Chaweng, because I can supposedly buy a SIM card there. At the AIS shop, nobody really understands English and I have no idea what the lady behind the counter wants to sell me, but I just trust that it's something reasonable and buy it. Afterwards, I stroll through the megastore, buy fruit, and marvel at the displays. It feels like the Thai version of Real. There are a million insane flavors of chips. Some of them really look challenging. I can't read what's inside. Unfortunately, I don't like seafood, otherwise I would have bought some immediately. Back at the resort, it's wonderful to watch the sun set with a cold drink in hand. What a sweet life. A few hundred meters down the beach, I discover a small beach bar called Black Rose. Small, mismatched tables and chairs stand in the sand, seashell necklaces clink in the evening breeze. Charming lanterns dangle from the trees, creating a romantic ambiance. The prices of the cocktails are written on old boat planks. Very rustic, that's exactly my thing! I'm very happy.
