Thursday, 27 November 2008

Koh Chang, Thailand

My journal entry today:

"The sun is setting over the clear blue waters of the Gulf of Thailand. I am sat at a quiet cafe at the end of a tranquil beach on the island's White Sands resort. My home is Bo's Huts, a lucky find for a weary, lone traveller at 8pm last night. Everyone is so welcoming. I find myself here having detoured on the way to Cambodia, thanks to Len, a friendly Aussie who sang Koh Chang's praises. I can see why.

My hut is far above ground-level, with a backdrop of lush emerald-green forest and rugged mountains populated with monkeys, who were scrambling on my roof as I drifted off to sleep. The sounds are mesmerising. I awoke to the whispering sound of the waves crashing against the shore, just metres away from my hut. It's quite something arriving in the calm candlelight, then waking up in a beautiful resort in all it's glory. What a perfect start to my trip.

Today of course is a special day of remembrance. The anniversary of the day my father sadly passed away. A day which undoubtedly was the catalyst for this trip, a day which has changed my life irrevocably. He wrote a sonnet encouraging one to live every day as if it were the last. The long hours spent chained to a desk now seem a world away, a world to which I hope never to return. I have a new world ahead of me. As I watch the vermillion sun set gently over a fishing boat bobbing in the turquoise waters, I have no idea what the future holds. Do I care? Not a jot.

Well that's enough of my sentimental ramblings. I'll write my next installment from Cambodia, if I ever make it off this island..........."

Vic x