
We’ll we’re not on Koh Chang now Dorothy.
A 6am wake up saw us ready and waiting for the promised taxi at 7am, which didn’t show up till 8am. An hours trip then in the back of a pick up to get us to the ferry for another hours trip to the mainland…all going smoothly enough. Another taxi to get us a half hour to the bus stop and fortuitously just in time for a bus departing for Bangkok at 11am. So here we are and for the first time I’ve broken out my battery power to pen a blog and listen to a Wayne Dyer/Marianne Williamson CD, sharing an earphone with Lori.
How appropriate that Wayne is quoting T S ELLIOTT “At the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and to know that place for the first time.”
Eight hours into our travel day and probably another eight to go!

So what I haven’t shared is the last two days that took us from White Sand Beach resort to a Fisherman’s Village in the south of Koh Chang called Bang Bao. No fancy pools here, a beach in the distance, but what truly drew us in and excited us was a pier that seemed that stretched about 2 km’s into the water, surrounded each side by shops that once closed are peoples lounge and bedrooms, kitchen and dining all in one! Beyond the shops, multi-colored, ‘varying in degrees of seaworthiness’ boats were lined up taking tourists on island, fishing and diving trips. What really amused us was this sign...a forbodeing one perhaps...."Hell 'ath no fury, like a body neglected??" (Given I was wearing my StarkHEALTH cap at the time!!!
We were divinely guided to a wonderful place to stay called Buddhaview, and through the floor planks came a constant reminder that we were living,

eating and sleeping over water. What a delightful contrast from resort living to feeling like this was some real and ancient lifestyle we were getting a peek at. This part of the island promised both sunrises and sunsets, but instead brought us the first and
only rain and clouds of our trip.
Our bus is the long slow regional kind, not the motorway express, and the contrasts are extraordinary. As countrysides flash by, it seems more care, colour and capital goes into exquisite temples and grounds, than housing. And yet this is the making of a culture, stee
ped in faith first, living with less as more, a shrimp and a smile more valuable and available to most, than the banquets and 5 Star comforts we’ve been enjoying. It brings us to awe and appreciation for our abundance in all forms.
Now with batteries literally recharged, in body and computer, I can report our safe arrival in Hua Hin, about 220kms south of Bangkok on the opposite coast from where we’ve been. A 16 hour day, without knowing the how of it, without getting lost or ripped off, or worse pissed off – we felt supported and guided all the way. We calmy arrived at our destination, with only the name of a hote
l a friend of a friend had given us. Grateful to be safe in our room, it was lights out just on 10pm. To recap:
6am wake, walk to 7am taxi..wait for it til 8am for hours trip to 9am ferry 45 mins, 10am taxi 45 mins to 11am bus 6.5 hours to Bangkok, another 45min taxi ride between bus stations, in time for quick dinner and catch 6.30pm bus to Hua hin, arrive 9.30, find taxi to hotel, get horizontal by 10p. The most amazing thing was our transport costs for the whole day only added to the equivalent of $50NZ (4 taxi’s, 1 ferry and 2 busses – over 900km’s)
Could we have done it any other way, - WHAT and miss all
the fun and flow and Grace and ease…..well, we’re not young backpackers understand…..We are of the age when a good a challenge as this makes a damn good story, and our achievement can give us a grateful giggle, and our readers some inspiration for what’s possible following a speed manifesting mojo – ModusOperandi MoreJoy!
Same day, but for two different expressions of the same experience, go to Lori version:
http://speed-manifesting.blogspot.com
