Let's See What Happens...
Anadi and I are sitting in our new office...
We have spent the afternoon occupying different sections of a big nearly empty bar by the beach - the one we discovered yesterday evening...
It is called Sunflower Bar...
Our internet up on the side of the rock is not as reliable as here and we both need Internet to work...
It looked this morning like it might be impossible for Anadi to work at all, so we were making contingency plans...
'We can just go back to Phuket if we need to' I said, 'it's only four hours away'...
'Lets just see what happens' Anadi said, and so we decided to hunt for another Internet source to see if it was the island, or where we were that was limiting procedures!
I had Skype sessions today and Anadi had updates to do...
We totally love to be out in the wilds, and we are totally happy with basic living, but we also need our nomadic life to collude with the 21st century - in some ways here it looks more to be colliding rather than colluding!
There are no roads as we know them, and there is a wild feel to this island; rustic living on beach, sea and sand and wild wilderness... and then suddenly we happen upon a little kiosk all shining with Internet and signs for boat trips and excursions...
And the beach at night is alive with techno bright lights and loud music...
Up our Rocky path, the people where we live, our new family are busy on the land sweeping and cutting back and making bonfires...
Down here in the bar, it has been very quiet all day, thank goodness!... As it has become my therapy room.
One of my clients did comment on the giant babies bottle behind me that is for tips!
Mel who owns the bar stayed here after she came here as a volunteer to help after the devastation of the tsunami ten years ago; she met Ben, the son of an old man who is an ever present character here around and about the bar.
Most of Ben's family was killed in the tsunami, and the boats around us, that are fashioned into bar stools are named after his dead family members...
I used one of the boats as my 'office', it was comfortable and tucked away, in a corner by the bar (with the tip bottle behind me!) - and I was able to create privacy...
But now people are returning from the beach and the energy is building up again for an evening of party wildness...
We woke at seven this morning to another stunning sunny still day, the island rising up green and granite in rocky magnificence; sea turquoise blue below us...
We put on swimming things and walked down the steep path with the long steps to the jetty we had landed at the day before; no one was about, we felt a bit like children out to play, we had decided we would swim across to the beach, the route that Lim, his friend and the boat master had brought us and our luggage yesterday....
I felt a bit apprehensive at first, it was all rocky and as we had surveyed the scene from our balcony before we left, we'd seem big fish leaping out of the water!
Since then we have discovered what the 'big leaping fish' actually are... When we standing ankle deep in the sea we saw shoals of little silver fish flashing by us with quick silver speed; then... All of a sudden they leapt above the water as one and flew through the air just above the surface and then dived down again...
Once we started swimming I relaxed and we swam over to the other side. It was a longish swim and it felt rather like landing on a desert island as we waded to the shore; the same shore that had been packed with people last night, all partying partying, the beat of the music, the coloured lights; was now a stretch of open sand...
A group were making their way to a boat carrying an ice bag full of beer and Coca Cola.
A girl in purple shorts and purple trainers ran towards us.
We walked to the end of the beach where little bars were waking up; people were sitting drinking coffee and looking out over the sparkle of sun on the water, boats bobbing; we walked along hand in hand in our magical new land.
We were barefoot and I itched to run on the firm sand at the waters edge, but although my achilles is now happy to walk everywhere barefoot, running felt a step too far... I held myself in check...
Always work with the slowest part of the body and allow it to catch up.
I remember studying 'Coriolanus' for A level and part that struck me was likening an army to the body...
An army must march with the slowest person; they move as one, they work together. The body was used as a metaphor, to think of the body as a whole, if the little toe hurts it affects the whole body...
And so it is important to look after that little toe and allow it to catch up...
