Sometime mid august 2007
My special place exists in the gulf of Thailand. Amazing Thailand. We live by the heat of the sun and the rising of the moon. We know no time just day, night, full and half moon. We don't get no sleep but we have no need for it.
Our deep green ocean gives energy to get us through night and day. The tide rolls in and out and crabs and dogs dig holes. Funky house wafts all over this beach and we sip coconut juice.
Leaving my special place rips holes in my heart. I need to be back. I want to be back. Take me back through the dirt road in the jungle and up over the mountain to my beach. Tong Nai Pan, forever mine.
Wow. The sadness I can't even begin to describe. Something guided me through the jungle all those weeks ago to a magical part of the world Tong Nai Pan. I have truley been blessed to live in this place. The world stopped. And it was a beautiful thing. But the most beautiful thing about this place is its people. My beautiful Thai people. I am extremely envious for the life they live. Sleeping til noon, waking to eat lychees, swinging in hammocks, no tvs, no bad foods, no bad moods, double decking around the island on motorbikes, meeting on the beach in the evening to watch the sun go down. Sitting in silence, the beautiful silence. Why do we insist on filling up the silence??
I've made some serious friends in this place who gave me an insight into what is really real?? My beach boy friends who live and die by this beach, born and bred on this beach..who've never left Thailand. They want to, but they're scared, I want them too but Im scared for them too. The limits of language and judgement in the west is frightening. And is what we have out there really better than what they have here?
This is the centre of the universe and they are completley oblivious to how wonderfully wonderful their lives are.
They don't like to say goodbye, it reminds them that our lives go on and there's stay the same. That they are somehow left behind, again. That they will be forgotten, that all we are to them is a holiday memory.
My Tong Nai Pan family................you will never be forgotten.
My special place exists in the gulf of Thailand. Amazing Thailand. We live by the heat of the sun and the rising of the moon. We know no time just day, night, full and half moon. We don't get no sleep but we have no need for it.
Our deep green ocean gives energy to get us through night and day. The tide rolls in and out and crabs and dogs dig holes. Funky house wafts all over this beach and we sip coconut juice.
Leaving my special place rips holes in my heart. I need to be back. I want to be back. Take me back through the dirt road in the jungle and up over the mountain to my beach. Tong Nai Pan, forever mine.
Wow. The sadness I can't even begin to describe. Something guided me through the jungle all those weeks ago to a magical part of the world Tong Nai Pan. I have truley been blessed to live in this place. The world stopped. And it was a beautiful thing. But the most beautiful thing about this place is its people. My beautiful Thai people. I am extremely envious for the life they live. Sleeping til noon, waking to eat lychees, swinging in hammocks, no tvs, no bad foods, no bad moods, double decking around the island on motorbikes, meeting on the beach in the evening to watch the sun go down. Sitting in silence, the beautiful silence. Why do we insist on filling up the silence??
I've made some serious friends in this place who gave me an insight into what is really real?? My beach boy friends who live and die by this beach, born and bred on this beach..who've never left Thailand. They want to, but they're scared, I want them too but Im scared for them too. The limits of language and judgement in the west is frightening. And is what we have out there really better than what they have here?
This is the centre of the universe and they are completley oblivious to how wonderfully wonderful their lives are.
They don't like to say goodbye, it reminds them that our lives go on and there's stay the same. That they are somehow left behind, again. That they will be forgotten, that all we are to them is a holiday memory.
My Tong Nai Pan family................you will never be forgotten.
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