Been a couple days and if it hadn’t been for today there wouldn’t have been much to report. Rick and I have done a fair amount of swimming, cliff diving, reading, writing, and when a helpful guest loaned us a snorkel or two a bit of that as well. It’s been very chill around here… a little bit much for our tastes as of late. We’d been trying to get a group together for the day boat and snorkel trip to no avail, and in general we’ve just gotten a bit bored. Don’t get me wrong – the beach has been great and relaxing, but after the same daily routine for some odd days in a row we’re ready for something new.
We checked out Ko Samui and Ko Phangan for bookings and travel, but we’ve found them all booked or way to expensive. none of our plans for making the Full moon Festival work so we’ve resigned ourselves to finding our excitement where we can.
In the meantime, a series of unfortunate events has got us whimpering a bit. First a storm last night made the waves yet another disqualification for a day boat trip, then to pass the time some other Americans cliff-jumped with us and in the process of getting slammed against a rock lost a snorkel set of their’s obligating me to cover the difference (though Rick offered to split what ended up being 1500 Baht), then later with them we went to repel down a rock on the other side of the cove. Repelling went fine but getting back up proved too difficult and I had to swim back. once more, not a problem but that i was wearing contact lenses, which I subsequently lost. The American – Joey – offered me a pair at -2 magnification which will hold me until i get back to China. But the combination of events has left me feeling a little beaten and mopey. Though each individual occurrence is no biggy by itself, together (particularly the snorkel and the day trip) they push some control buttons and something else I’ve never been able to understand. It’s not that I need to be in control of everything but that when I am particularly out of control I feel not just a bit beaten, but a bit affronted; as if I could have been more to anticipate the unanticipateable but instead I am something less. I wish I didn’t have such feelings and I hate inadvertently dumping them on Rick but I don’t know what to do to keep from such self-denigration. Just wait, I guess – or do something active to regain our sense of empowerment. (To an extent the repelling and subsequent swimming was such an end, but alas – it did not end well either) For tonight, I think the former.
