Slowly turning brown

I think i see now why people keep coming here, and why many don't leave. It might take considerable effort for me to go back to the mainland.

Yesterday morning i cruised around the island on my motorcycle, through the coconuts groves and past temples and beaches. I think today i might do a bit more exploring, but the beach looks tempting too. In the afternoon yesterday i found a great beach lounge with a fantastic chef, amiable clientele, free pool, and a resident dj who kind of hangs around all day, playing a seemingly endless library of great music. The man has taste, and he likes to talk about it. The place is set up with hammocks and cushions all over the sand. Very nice. Me and a couple sterling brits, a reprobate from Portland, and a fiesty, half-naked thai girl named Star ate mango crepes and played thai dominoes and watched an electric sunset. Star cheats, by the way. But then again, she's from the moon(?). Weirdo.

Later we all biked over to the outdoor thai boxing arena and watched two guys beat the hell out of each other. I spent the winnings from the bets i made with Star on a plate of chicken with thai basil and peanut sauce, and the ride home was warm and dreamy.

And if there's anything sweeter than all that- real, dreamed or imagined-

I don't care.