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Published: February 5th 2008
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There are two Ko Chang's in Thailand; the smaller island is over by Ranong in the west side of the Andaman coast. The bigger island is where we ended up on the east side where the access ferry port is Laem Ngop. Kai Bae beach is a lovely family resort, the type of accommodation hard core travellers never admit to staying at. We walked in off the street and negotiated our stay for £12.00 per night where others had paid between £80-120. We had maids that came everyday to change our sheets and shape the towels into swans on our enormous raft of a bed. There were plush sea food restaurants in the posher White Sands area north of the island, lush detox spas and fishing and diving trips.
We booked a boat trip. Stepping onto the boat with hundreds of life jackets and snorkel masks everywhere. I suddenly felt as if I was stood in front of the universal fear committee. My ego also didn't want to look stupid sitting by myself on deck while everyone, and I mean everyone, was in the crystal clear sea snorkelling. I could see the bottom; the sun beamed which lit up the
darker bits around the rocks even more. I had a life jacket securely strapped on, it was not coming off. The tour guide on the boat was very sympathetic to my fear of the sea dilemma. Stu was by my side breathing for me like I was having a baby or something. I had no choice but to look like a wimp or go for it, It took ten minutes to climb over the edge of the boat and lower myself in to the water. My heart was thumping outside the life jacket, which may have caused a mini tidal wave around the nearby Cambodian coastline.
I was in deep water as my legs cycled below me, the life jacket made me bob and tip sideways. I put the snorkel in my mouth and could hear myself breathing like I was on the moon. Stu waited by my side, he suggested I try get my hair wet and put my face under the water, I went under, with my eyes firmly shut behind the plastic goggles I couldn't see the point of it all. I heard Stu shouted to me something that sounded like ‘mwahh, mmmwhahh, mouwwhhh, mwhhh'
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A trypical couple forming unions 'Claire, you should try open your eyes and maybe breathe now'. I opened my eyes and sporadically breathed, how do people do it? I started to relax with the odd panic attack creeping up when salt water got into the funnel and the life jacket popped me up the other way, then water got into my mask which steamed up, I panicked but relaxed again and then floated like a star fish, as I floated I saw bright fish, schools of them feeding from the vibrant coral. What an arse I felt by thinking I couldn't do it. So I felt the fear and did it anyway.
Back on the boat I was so happy and relieved it was over. We set sail to the next rock there was no beach at all, this was technically a proper snorkelling trip, there was never going to be any beach time on lush white sandy islands, everyone around me were snorkelling fanatics and keen to jump right in at every location. The third mini island was the best, the captain came in with me, he grabbed my hand and took me around the coral, as I cleared my mask and blew
out my snorkel like a big white whale he dived down to the bottom and picked up various sea creatures for me to look at and hold. He poked the underwater flowers that snapped shut when we swam past them. We did four snorkels and it felt good. I was on such a high when we got back and now can’t wait to do it again.
COLON CLUTTER-Seven days into this Eastern Time zone and its heavenly humid heat, I was still feeling groggy and very tired, my digestive system struggled with all these different cuisines, I felt congested and it was driving me insane. I decided now was a good time to do a full on colon cleanse. I had found a company that did a series of drinks which contained 30 toxin absorber sachets which help clear off all the build up along the intestinal wall, it absorbs the toxins, heavy metals and fatty acids within the intestinal track, it consists of Psyllium seed husks, Apple pectin, Ginger root and Bentonite clay. You take digestive stimulating capsules that tones, cleanses and purifies the entire digestive system, giving support to normal bowel movements. The ingredients are Aloe leaf,
Overcoming fear....
Swimming with millions of sea creatures. Aloe Vera leaf, Cascara Sagrada bark, Chinese Rhubarb root, Triphala (Amla fruit, Chebulic Myrobalan fruit, Belleric Myrobalan fruit), Barberry root, Dandelion root, Fringe Tree root bark, Meadowsweet aerial parts, Plantain aerial parts, Ginger root, Fennel seed, Peppermint leaf, Fenugreek seed and Licorice root.
I started to reduce my food intake while in Bangkok to fresh non acidic juices, no dairy, fruits, broths, soups, fish and vegetables. Every day I would eat less and less. While in Ko Chang I waited 4 days until I was down to just juice and broth, then I started this programme. All I had to do was add the toxin absorber to fresh apple juice and shake it up; it fast became gluppy and tasted of strong ginger which went well with the apple juice, my stomach swelled. I took the digestive stimulators just before bed which made internal strangling noises. I still felt bloated as I gulped down the next batch of goo. But during the following day things were moving, by the second day night time it was all systems go, I swear it really started to eliminated years worth of body clutter. I felt lifeless and drained during this process, it
was also very humid, so I did nothing at all, I enjoyed this time of being in the now.
I rested watching the silent monks on DMC TV channel which is the 24 hour Buddhist religious channel with live streams from Dhammakaya centres around Thailand, Dhammakaya is the Thai version of Buddhism with a different leader to the more well documented Dalai Lama leader of Tibetan Buddhists. Its TV programmes are focused on the central characters which are orange robed monks sat in lotus within lavish interiors, there are no plots, nail biting scenes or adverts as they are trying to teach us not to think at all, the monks explain the world of Dhamma in native tongue with English voice over’s and sub titles underneath that runs from right to left, they meditate all day long and film this for our entertainment and education, this channel is as mind emptying as watching wood burn or fish swim. As they were emptying their minds and clearing out their consciousness, I was emptying my mind and colon.
After three days of repetitively dreaming of steak medallions dripping in garlic butter and chunky chips, I was only allowed to digest
15 toxin buster sachets, gallons of apple juice and bottles of water per day. Then it happened something weird came out. I inspected it using a cocktail stick and the only way to describe this stuff was a long thick rubberised patchwork mass of my carnivorous plaque poo history, it contained various textures and strengths of rancid old solid clumps of meat, residues of processed foods. Most days it fell silently and cleanly from my rectum, it didn't smell at all.
5 days of cleansing and eliminating had finished, I don’t think there was anything alien left in there. I had to take it steady with food intake again, so I was back on the fruit salads and juices, food suddenly tasted divine, I needed to increase my food intake as slowly as I had decreased. Post cleanse, I felt very different. I had no cramps, no discomfort in the intestines/colon area any more, it felt clear. My skin glowed, my eyes were noticeably brighter and the darkish circle under my eyes went away. I might have lost weight but I could not weigh myself anywhere here, my tummy felt as though it had reduced in size not feeling
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My patchwork example of colon debris.... bloated any more. But, the most noticeable part was my energy levels, it was through the roof. I wanted to run a marathon, even swim with the fishes in the big bad sea, this kind of silly thinking is normally unheard of coming from me.
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I am speechless, speechless, me cyant believe what you were storing in your insides, I feel terrible, thanks Claire, have decided that you just package your blog up into one big Booky Wook and that's it! No fancy editing. Just do it. Luv ya.xx PS: At the beginning I almost didn't want to read about that crystal clear blue water and fishes as I sit in suburban dullness, but.....it just got better and better.