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Published: November 2nd 2010
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Of course you should not be hearing from me now, I have supposed to be on a silent meditation retreat in Surat Thani. Well, I’m not - obviously.
When I left my hotel in Bangkok, as I was travelling within Thailand I got a taxi to the domestic airport. Wrong! Most domestic flights go from the international terminal and are they close together? No! My flight was leaving in an hour from an airport that was nearly an hour away. I had about 15 minutes of aaaargh. I couldn’t get a later flight as that would get me to the monastery after dark and no one is at the gates then to let me in and registration for the course closed at 3pm anyway. What to do?
After texts and phone calls with the ex (they can be useful) I decided to get the next flight to Koh Samui and do my own thing. So within the hour I am on a flight to Koh Samui with no hotel booked and not caring in the least. As luck would have it I was sitting next to a lovely Australian couple. He was from Indian parents and she Sri Lankan,
so we had lots to talk about.
On arrival I got a taxi to what I knew was a very quiet beach and checked into a small hotel on the beach.
The first morning I was up at 6am and went for a walk along the beach, then back at the hotel I did my yoga while watching the waves. Ah yes, I thought, this is what I shall do everyday. Then I went for about a 2 hour walk to the village and back to buy a mosquito net. It is huge and positively bridal with meters and meters of white tulle. I’m not sure if there are any mosquitoes, but I always feel protected from all sorts of things once I am inside. It’s like my own safe little cocoon.
I am now in my little “hut” somewhat marooned as it has been raining on and off for nearly 24 hours. Not that I really mind. It isn’t cold but has stopped my morning walk and yoga by the beach. I have had to lay towels over my mosquito net as the roof leaks a bit but I don’t feel I can complain as it’s
hardy their fault that we are in the middle of a tropical downpour. Anything would leak in this.
I have been drenched twice today going to the restaurant to eat but it’s just like a warm shower so I don’t mind about that either.
It was quite bizarre when I was having breakfast. Most of the young girls on staff are actually young boys, they look like guys but have 13 year old budding breasts, long hair and prance about and giggle a lot. Well, when the rain wouldn't let up, two of them decided just to go ahead and plunge into the pool. First they hid their little breasts with their hands and acted coy but when they saw a few of us watching, it turned into a show, laughing, dancing around, hands over their heads. I then remembered a part in Crocodile Dundee where Paul Hogan says, "That's not a knife, this is a knife"? Well, I had to stop myself ripping of my top and saying, "They're not boobs, these are boobs!" But luckily I restrained myself.
I looked at a weather map for Koh Samui earlier and it looks like this is going
keep up for a least another 5 days - meditation here I am!
By the way just got the results from my biopsy and - all clear. I no longer have to request B.K. Iyenger, the Master of yoga to teach me one armed yoga. Phew!
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sue DeLeo
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You make me laugh Madam...what a fabulous story....you are your own monk now dear within your own little monastery...Beautiful