Koh Phangnan

I would put up photos and video (I bought a fancy camera) but the connection here is glacial, so it will have to wait until I get back to Bangkok.

I am on a small beach cove on the west side of Koh Pangnan, a island in the Gulf of Thailand, about 2 hours by ferry from the mainland. I have a nice cabin that is set back from the ocean in the middle of a mangrove and cashew forest. Yoga classes, veggie food and a few cold beers under the palms is great. I go to sleep with the sound of crickets and the ocean. Every few hours the long-tail boats arrive from the town to bring in fresh fruit, additional guests. THe wind is strong and constant from the east, much of day is hazy but this is good as is acts like a piece of silk to give some relief to the brutal southern sun (I am burnt, yes). The beach is made of pea sized pebbles, then it ends with grantite limestone bouleders the size of cube vans, that seem to pile ontop of each other until they become small mountains. On those rocks, covered in trees is where I stay.


I have stumbled upon this place by accident, choosing at random on a reccomendation from an aged American 47-year-old hippie from Iowa who told me he spends his entire life traveling to "healing centres."

"I would like to travel 12 months a year," I said.
"Well, I was left a lot of money," he adds. "And I am a republican."

I have no plans to go anywhere, see anything. Just be here.