Life is a beach then you fly.
You sit on a bamboo chair next to bald water sport mannequins wearing snorkeling masks, Lycra shorts, inflatable vests and dusty flippers. They are chained to the wall to prevent mermaids, nymphs and water sprite thieves.
Birds twitter in hydra grandma trees. Slow gentle blue-green waves brush a long empty shore day after day.
Across a red dirt road are bamboo and wooden shacks disguised as guesthouses and restaurants.
Signs litter little red road: Island Tours, Laundry Service, Boat Trips, Late Night Pizza, Sand Removal Renovation, Transport & More, Green House Effect with excellent bookstore…
Mushroom Villa, Dance Until You Die, My Kind of Place, Sandy Crotch Heaven, Barefoot Only the Lonely, European Spoken Here, Massage To Go…
We Serve Sad Depressed Super Serious Fat White Rich Humans Like Russian Mafia and Rude Pushy Inconsiderate Chinese.
We Are All Refugees When Everything Is Said and Done 24/7.
Digs run $15-100 a night. Gypsies, Backpackers, Europeans, Japanese and Chinese.
Selfie nirvana.
Here I am on the shore with arms raised. Here I am drinking beer with friends. Here I am all wet. Here I am doing absolutely nothing in particular and everything in general. Here I am in a sitting meditation with universal mindfulness. I am a rainbow.
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Grow Your Soul - Prose & Poems from Laos and Cambodia
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