This is Koh Pha-ngan, Thong Nai Pan Yai beach. No worries, sleep, eat, swim, books, music and repeat. It felt like I found my small paradise. I stayed here for seven days and really enjoy it.
No cockroaches either. But I had my bad moment with Mother Nature again. While I was swinging on my hammock one night I felt something falling from above
. I checked the hammock, it was something liquid and very black. I watched above me, it was a fucking bat!! The bastard, it shitted my hammock! God knows what does this mean, to be shitted by a bat! Bad luck, painful death, hell for the internity, I couldn't imagine! I run into the bungalow, turned all the lights on and tried to sleep. Next morning I had a better look and I found out that this black thing was actually something that the bat was eating. That made things a bit better so the following nights I managed to sleep fine, with the lights on from now on.
For three days I experienced raining season here, raining almost constantly, once a bit and once quite heavily. But that's the good thing about not having a timeplan. In other cases I would feel like my vacation has been destroyed, now I just tried to adjust and have fun with other things, like swimming with the rain.
No job. No family. No f*cking big television. No washing machine. No car. No compact disc and electric tin opener. No Good health. No Low cholesterol. No Dental insurance. No Mortgage. No Starter home. No Leisure wear. No Luggage. No Three-piece suite. No DIY. No Game shows. No Junk food. No Children. No Walks in the park. No Nine to Five. No Good at golf. No Washing the car. No Family Christmas. No Index pension. No Tax exemption. No Clearing gutters. No Getting by. And, thank god, no Looking ahead to the day you die.