Day 3: December 28th
On day 3, Pae and I were on the same page, but different books. Wait, what? We just wanted to spend the day by the pool with our books: him, Game of Thrones, and me, The Hundred-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out of the Window and Disappeared. Wow, that's a long title. The book was a literal laugh-out-loud though!
By evening, when we had woken from hibernating through a storm, we were again in agreement for plans: that burger bar, Stacked, we had heard about so much since our arrival, and Central for Speculoos ice cream again. On the night walk back, I spontaneously decided to get heena (similar to henna) done on my hand by a Bangladeshi woman who had a lovely 6-year-old daughter. Then later, I gave Pae a pen tattoo of a kind, since one cannot experience things without one's other half experiencing too.
|On the way, and looking sharp.|
WHO YOU TEXTING.
|Great service, menu, and environment,|
probably in that order.
And oh, did I mention that fireworks exploded right outside our balcony a second after?
Day 4: December 29th
Last Day in Paradise
I woke up earlier on Day 4 and did some exercises by the private pool. Sort of my way of spending time with the view to say goodbye. We took it easy that morning before heading to the airport in the afternoon. Our flight was a bit delayed (and so was the baggage claim when we arrived), but that gave us a few more minutes to sweat in the tropical airport gate and have a few more slices of actually decent complementary pizza and cold beverages. After take off, Bangkok, and life as we know it, was back under our feet in no time.
Me: "Gym tomorrow?"Pae: "Ok."
|Samui's charming airport|
|The snack bar at our gate.|
|"And they all lived happily ever after."|
- The Hundred-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out of the Window and Disappeared